Grey Goose

Lyrics

[Spoken Intro] This is a song I learned from an old Leadbelly record Leadbelly's called the king of the 12-string guitar, and the song is called "Grey Goose". It's about a goose who always survives. People are trying to kill the goose so they can eat it, but in the end, in spite of everything they try, the goose just flies away One Sunday morning A preacher went a-hunting Well he carried 'long his shotgun, Lord, Lord, Lord And along comes a grey goose, Lord, Lord, Lord Well the gun went and blew, Lord, Lord, Lord Down comes a grey goose, Lord, Lord, Lord It was six weeks a-fallin', Lord, Lord, Lord We were six weeks a-haulin', Lord, Lord, Lord Lordy, my wife and your wife Well they gave a feather pickin' We were six weeks a-pickin', Lord, Lord, Lord And we put him on to parboil, Lord, Lord, Lord There were six weeks of boilin', Lord, Lord, Lord And they put him on the table, Lord, Lord, Lord Well the fork couldn't stick him, Lord, Lord, Lord And the knife wouldn't stick him, Lord, Lord, Lord Oh the knife wouldn't cut him, Lord, Lord, Lord Oh the knife wouldn't cut him, Lord, Lord, Lord And they threw him in the hog-pen, Lord, Lord, Lord And the hogs couldn't eat him, Lord, Lord, Lord And he broke the hogs' teeth out Oh he broke the hogs' teeth out, Lord, Lord, Lord And they take him to the sawmill, Lord, Lord, Lord And the saw couldn't cut him, Lord, Lord, Lord Yeah, he broke the saw's teeth out, Lord, Lord, Lord He broke the saw's teeth out And the last time I seen him, Lord, Lord, Lord He was flying 'cross the ocean, Lord, Lord, Lord With a long string of goslings With a long string of goslings, Lord, Lord, Lord And they're all going quack-quank, Lord, Lord, Lord Yeah, they're all going quack-quank, Lord, Lord, Lord Yeah, they're all going quack-quank, Lord, Lord, Lord Oh, all going quack-quank, Lord, Lord, Lord He broke the saw's teeth out Yeah, he broke the saw's teeth out, Lord, Lord, Lord And the last time I seen him, Lord, Lord, Lord Well, the last time I seen him He was flying 'cross the ocean, Lord, Lord, Lord With a long string of goslings With a long string of goslings, Lord, Lord, Lord And they're all going quack-quank, Lord, Lord, Lord Yeah, they're all going quack-quank, Lord, Lord, Lord Oh, all going quack-quank, Lord, Lord, Lord They're all going quack-quank, Lord, Lord, Lord (Quack-quank)