Eighteen, nineteen, twenty years ago

Uncle Bud beat the devil outta Cotton-Eyed Joe

Uncle Bud

Some people say Uncle Bud is dead

But I don't lie, he's sick in bed

Uncle Bud

Uncle Bud got a daughter

Her name is Joan

What I like about her, make an old man moan

Uncle Bud

Uncle Bud got cotton, ain't never been picked

Uncle Bud got corn, ain't never been shucked

Uncle Bud got a daughter, ain't never been touched

Uncle Bud

Big fish, litle fish climbin' upta water

Some son of a gun done touched my daughter

Uncle Bud

Down in Louisiana where the grass grow green

They got more women that you've ever seen

Uncle Bud

Uncle Bud got this, Uncle Bud got that

Uncle Bud got a big ol' cowboy hat

Uncle Bud

Jimmy come and knock with a pack on his back

He bring more cotton than he can pack

Uncle Bud