Key: G
Introduction: C D G
G C
The other day I took a fishin' trip
D G
Just me an' my boat, and ol' Banjo-lip
C
Banjo was my guide, an old colored fella'
D G
He wasn't very dark, he was a high-steppin' yella'
C
So we launched my boat, and I cranked my motor
D G
And up to my nose came a terrible odor
C
I looked all around trying to find something dead
D G
But it was Banjo with his arm up, scratching his head.
D C D G
Some niggers never die, they just smell that way.
Now the more he'd scratch, the more he'd sweat