Biografía:
Jesse Shelor (born December, 1894) was the youngest boy of the fourteen children of Reverend William Ellis Shelor. Even though all of Jesse's brothers played fiddle or banjo, it was not their influence, but rather a more startling event that started ten year old Jesse fiddling. Dad BlackardOne day Jesse's father came home, picked up a fiddle, and played "Callahan". This impressed young Jesse greatly since he had no idea his father played! Community pressure against a Baptist minister playing the "Devil's Box" was strong.
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¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
[Verse 1]
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There's no use talkin' bout the Big Bend Gal that lives on the county line
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For Betsy Jane from the prairie plain just leaves them way behind.
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You never would see such a likely woman if you searched all over creation.
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She beats the gals from the flat creek bottom. She's the queen of the whole plantation.
[Verse 2]
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She totes herself like a flying squirrel and the men folk all come around.
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And lord how the dewdrops get off the grass when she puts her feet upon the ground.
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She's just as ripe as an apple on a tree, and she looks so pretty and snug;
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And her mouth's just as sweet as a corncob stopper that comes out of a molasses jug.
[Verse 3]
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The calf comes a-loping when the old cow calls and the possum dog comes to the horn.
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And the grape vine climbs up the tall oak tree and the morning glory wraps around the corn.
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And a feller will turn around and come pretty quick when he hears that pretty girl laugh;
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She hangs on his arm like a bird on a tree as they both go walking up the path.
[Verse 4]
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Her eyes give light like a foxfire chunk and her teeth are white as snow;
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and the fellers in the cotton patch keep looking back when they see her come chopping down the row.
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She's gone crowd the hands where the crabgrass grows and killed the weeds as she goes;
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She skippers up the furrow in a cloud of dust and she busts them clods with a hoe.
C G C F C G C
There's no use talkin' bout the Big Bend Gal that lives on the county line
C G C F C G C
For Betsy Jane from the prairie plain just leaves them way behind.
C F C G
You never would see such a likely woman if you searched all over creation.
C G C F C G C
She beats the gals from the flat creek bottom. She's the queen of the whole plantation.
[Verse 2]
C G C F C G C
She totes herself like a flying squirrel and the men folk all come around.
C G C F C G C
And lord how the dewdrops get off the grass when she puts her feet upon the ground.
C F C G
She's just as ripe as an apple on a tree, and she looks so pretty and snug;
C G C F C G C
And her mouth's just as sweet as a corncob stopper that comes out of a molasses jug.
[Verse 3]
C G C F C G C
The calf comes a-loping when the old cow calls and the possum dog comes to the horn.
C G C F C G C
And the grape vine climbs up the tall oak tree and the morning glory wraps around the corn.
C F C G
And a feller will turn around and come pretty quick when he hears that pretty girl laugh;
C G C F C G C
She hangs on his arm like a bird on a tree as they both go walking up the path.
[Verse 4]
C G C F C G C
Her eyes give light like a foxfire chunk and her teeth are white as snow;
C G C F C G C
and the fellers in the cotton patch keep looking back when they see her come chopping down the row.
C F C G
She's gone crowd the hands where the crabgrass grows and killed the weeds as she goes;
C G C F C G C
She skippers up the furrow in a cloud of dust and she busts them clods with a hoe.
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