Well, a way down yonder on the Candy CreekI whittled out a fiddle from a wagon seatI tuned my fiddle and I rubbed my bowPlay a little tune wherever I goSleepy-eyed John, you better your britches onSleepy-eyed John, you better tie your shoeSleepy-eyed John, you better get your britches onTry to get to heaven 'fore the devil gets to youWell, sleepy-eyed John he stole a gooseThe goose she clucked but she couldn't get looseSaid John to the goose, "If you don't be stillWell miss our supper down in Candy ville"Sleepy-eyed John, you better your britches onSleepy-eyed John, you better tie your shoeSleepy-eyed John, you better get your britches onTry to get to heaven 'fore the devil gets to youWell sleepy-eyed John he had a wooden legThe wooden leg was nothing but a little wooden pegWith one shoe off and one shoe onHe'll do the double shuffle 'till the cows come homeSleepy-eyed John, you better your britches onSleepy-eyed John, you better tie your shoeSleepy-eyed John, you better get your britches onTry to get to heaven 'fore the devil gets to youNow I got twenty dollars for to build a fenceI took my money and I ain't worked sinceSold my buggy and I sold my plowI wouldn't take a dollar for my journey nowSleepy-eyed John, you better your britches onSleepy-eyed John, you better tie your shoeSleepy-eyed John, you better get your britches onTry to get to heaven 'fore the devil gets to youWell over the hickory and down the pineThe raccoon left and the old hound whinedJohn said, "Sic 'em" and the raccoon leftThey crossed Green River in a minute and a halfSleepy-eyed John, you better your britches onSleepy-eyed John, you better tie your shoeSleepy-eyed John, you better get your britches onTry to get to heaven 'fore the devil gets to you
