Old Cane Press

Now down the road came and old tar heel
And on his back was a sack of meal
And on his heels was an old hound dog
Bye an' bye, bye an' bye

Well he traded him the meal an' the old dog too
Kissed him a pretty girl dressed in blue
Prettiest girl he’d ever seen
Bye an' bye, bye an’ bye

(CHORUS) Now the time of the year that I like the best
Is the time when the mule walks 'round the press
The girls put on their gingham dress
Bye an' bye, bye an' bye
When the leaves were red, the ground gets cold
Saps gonna rise, so I’ve been told
We don't care if the frost is comin’
Bye an' bye, bye an’ bye

Yeah, people come from miles around
The wagon tracks tearin' up the ground
They come for the cane and come for the sorghum
Bye an' bye, bye an' bye

Well they build a fire 'neath a big iron pot
Put up the cane til it's boiling hot
And in the darkness steal a kiss
Bye an' bye, bye an’ bye

(CHORUS)

Well they come from here an' they come from there
Folks come from most everywhere
The old mule yoked is going round
Bye an' bye, bye an' bye

Well they come to laugh, they come for to sing
They come for to hear them rafters ring
They come for the cane and they come for the sorghum
Bye an' bye, bye an’ bye

(CHORUS)