Uncle Dave's Travels Part 2 (Around Louisville, Kentucky)

i>Spoken: One time I was riding over that big bridge, from New Albany, Indiana to Louisville, Kentucky. And I asked the man set ting beside me, "How deep is the Ohio River here?"And he says, "Stranger, I can't tell you, but I know one thing, it's water clear to the bottom." Ha, Ha. Well I got across to Louisville all right, but I was feeling sort of poorly, so I went to see an old doctor, and he said, "You need to get out and take off some flesb. You ought to try something like riding a bicycle." So I got me a bicycle and went riding down in the country. And you have no idea how much I fell off the first day. I took off flesh in so many places that when they had me fixed with plaster I didn't need to wear no clothes at all. Besides that I broke the front wheel on my bicycle, so I stopped at a little shop beside of the road, and I asked a man standing there, was he a mechanic? And he says, "No, says, I'm a Kentuckian."Ha! Ha!

Spoken: Well I couldn't go no further without having my wheel fixed. So I located a hotel and put up for the night. I always did hate to sleep upstairs so they put me on the first floor, that is first floor from the top. And I had no more than been into bed than somebody hollered, "fire! Fire!"I grabbed my clothes and made run for the elevator. It wasn't there but I didn't wait for it, just went on down without it. And I got out on the street, I met a man who told me he was inventing a new kind of air brake, revolutionizing on railroading. But he lacked five hundred dollars of having money enough to get it through, and if I'd just let him have the five hundred dollars, he'd show me how darn quick he could make a break for a train.

He'll be coming around the mountain when he comes
I'll be coming around the mountain, coming around the mountain
Coming round the mountain, when she comes, oh, when she comes

Spoken: The next morning I located a good mechanic. I'll tell you just how good he was. One evening he took a girl out riding a dark lonely road, and when they got out there all alone, the engine stopped. And there, just two of them was out together. Well he got out, fixed up that engine, and drove that girl back home, prompt and safe. Now girls, there's a moral in this. Don't go out riding evenings with a good mechanic. Ha! Ha!

I go toiling on my farm, a little brown jug upon my arm
Put her in the gay little stream, little brown jug don't I love thee
Ha! Ha! Ha! You and me, little brown jug don't I love thee