Greer County Bachelor

My name is Tom Hight an old bachelor I am

You'll find me out West in the county of fame

You'll find me out West on an elegant plain

And starving to death on my government claim.

Hurrah for Greer County

The land of the free

The land of the bed-bug

Grass-hopper and flea

I'll sing of its praises

I'll tell of its fame

While starving to death

On my government claim.

My clothes they are all ragged as my language is rough

My bread is corndodgers both solid and tough

And yet I am happy and live at my ease

On sorghum molasses and bacon and cheese.

My house it is built of natural sod

Its walls are erected according to hod

Its roof has no pitch but is level and plain

I always get wet if it happens to rain.

Hurrah for Greer County

The land of the free

The home of the bed-bug

Grass-hopper and flea

I'll sing of its praises

I'll tell of its fame

While starving to death

On my government claim.

A rattlesnake hisses a tune at my head

A gay little centipede quite without fear

Crawls over my pillow and into my ear.

Now all you claim holders I hope you will stay

And chew your hard tack 'til you're toothless and gray

But for myself I'll no longer remain

To starve like a dog on my government claim.

Hurrah for Greer County where blizzards arise

Where the sun never sinks and a flea never dies

I'll sing of its praises and tell of its fame

While starving to death on my government claim.

Goodbye to Greer County Goodbye to the West

I'll travel back East to the girl I love best

I'll travel back East and marry me a wife

Got quits on corndodgers the rest of my life.