I know there are some older then me guys on here, but no one has mentioned picking cotton or tobacco. Young kid I was, pulling that 12 ft sack for the picked cotton. We would pick cotton all day it seems, bloody fingers, hot sun, not a fun job. Then there was tobacco, running the mule pulled drags, cropping the bottom of the tobacco stalk and load the drags, run it to the stringers, and then load it into the drying barns. What were the words to tell the mule to turn, gee ,haw, or something like that. I can almost remember the mule looking back at me and thinking you stupid ***, get it right or quit. I never did get it right, and just used the lines. Fire up the burners for the heating process, and when it was cured, download it from the barn, separate it off the sticks, and then grade and tie it up in small bundles and stack a large load on a burlap sheet in a circular pattern, and tie it up for market, where the buyers from the tobacco company would come around and grade the tobacco, and price it. That is the time you collected money for all the work you had done. The worse part about a lot of all that work, was that my old man would keep our money, you see, I really did not belong to him anymore, I was just visiting for a couple of weeks as I still belonged to the orphanage. Several summers, I worked on my uncles farm from daybreak to sunset. I swore then that I would never be a farmer.
However I did get into lawn cutting and landscaping later on in life, but I worked my own hours and was my own boss.
How many of you remember brush brooms that you brushed the yard with. That is what we used instead of rakes.
Whoa Back Buck
Whoa Back Buck
(chorus)
Whoa back Buck---gee by the lamb,
Who made the back band---whoa *******.
18, 19--20 years ago,
Took my gal to the country store,
Took my gal to the country store,
Buy m' pretty little gal little calico.
Me and my gal walkin' down the road,
Her knees knock together playin' "Sugar In The Gourd",
Sugar in the gourd and the gourd in the ground,
If you want a little sugar got to roll the gourd around.
My old man's good old man
Washed his face in a frying pan,
Combed his hair with a wagon wheel,
And died with a toothache in his heel.
Papa loved mama---mama loved men,(three times)
Mama's in the graveyard and papa's in the pen.
I gee to the mule but the mule wouldn't gee, (3 times)
So I hit him side the head with the single tree.
I haw to the mule wouldn't haw, (3 times)
So I broke his back with my mother-in-law.
(The above are the verses Art Thieme used to sing.)
Also recorded by Guy Carawan & Leadbelly.
I finally looked up meaning of Gee and Haw
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/User:CliffC/Gee_and_haw