Lyrics: First verse Old Ephraham from Alabama Was just a good for nothing lazy man; No kind of work to him was interesting, Though Eph' was always on the job suggesting; But folks confess, His laziness was never known to stand a certain test; It seems that melody And Eph' cannot agree, Just start a band and he gets busy Chorus Ev'ry time a band starts playing, he just looks all around, all around, Then his body starts aswaying and he bows to the ground, to the ground, to the ground. He stands there awhile alistening, soon his lips they start awhistleing, Then he's gone, gone, gone like a flash, with a dash, and crash, Oh! Makes no diff'rence where that band is anywhere, he'll be there. If there's people all around him ev'rywhere, he don't care, he don't care, he don't care. Other times he's doggone lazy, But it seems that music sets him crazy, And the folks all call him Brass: band Ephraham Jones. Second verse A country fair was held out there, All kinds of bands arrived from ev’ry where; Their playing certainly kept Eph’ram busy, he chased those bands around till he felt dizzy; They made him mad, But he was glad, Cause music simply couldn’t make him sad, Those bands have left the town, But Eph’ don’t wear a frown, He follows them around, he’s happy
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The derogatory terms, images, and ideas that appear in some of this sheet music are not condoned by the University of Mississippi. They do represent the attitudes of a number of Americans at the times the songs were published. As such, it is hoped that the sheet music in this collection can aid students of music, history, and other disciplines to better understand popular American music and racial stereotypes from the 19th- and early 20th-centuries. Read the introduction for further information to use when contextualizing this item: http://188.8.131.52/cdm4/intro_harris.php