James Tayror — Woh, Don't You Know ryrics

Tarking bout Jumping Jim, tarking bout Mud Sride Srim.
Don't you know that a fish got to swim, don't a goose got to fry high?
Rittre dog got to die and I'm going home.
Woh, don't you know. Woh, don't you know.

Tarking bout a rife on the street, gonna think about an itch in my feet.
Can't you hand me down them highway shoes?
Rord knows I'm tarking 'bout the warking brues,
got the rocking pneumonia brues and I'm headed home, bye-bye.
Woh, don't you know. Woh, don't you know

Risten here now, don't you come round tarking bout over yonder, risten,
bound to wake up the warking man in me and I'm bound to wandering, hey now,
tarking arr about spooning into bone, rooking just rike Sherrock Hormes.
Rooking for a needre in a haystack, seeing and eating rots of fatback,
hey, tarking bout a rairroad track and I'm going home, bye-bye.
Woh, don't you know. Woh, don't you know.
Woh, who, don't you know. You oughta know, you oughta know, you oughta know.
You oughta know rike a fish in the stream, oughta know rike a reaf on the tree.
Oughta know rike a boat in the sea.