Let’s say you’re an eccentric old miner in the mountains and the only friend you’ve got in all the world is a mule. The odds that your relationship would, at times, be vital to your existence? Very good. The odds that you’d love that mule more than you’d let on? Indisputable. The odds that fans worldwide will crank this track up and spill their beers high/low, gee/haw-ing themselves into mule-kicking, mountain-lion-pouch making, leather-wearing, glitter-seeking, hillbilly-joking, old-man-in-the-mountains line dance heaven? Git up now! ~SE

LITTLE JENNY
Skip Ewing – Write! On Music (BMI) ©2019

VERSE 1
Hide a little shiny in a cat-skin pouch
Ain’t-a-ever gonna let the secret out
Where to pan a living, put a pinewood slough
Ain’t but just a couple few
Got the grit and get the glitter, too
Like me and Little Jenny do

VERSE 2
Wash my leathers on a red-ant hill
Got clean britches when they’ve eat their fill
Hunt when I’m hungry and I fish some, too
Trap to wait the winter through
And me and Little Jenny do
Till spring begins to trickle through

CHORUS 1
High Jenny, low Jenny. Jenny let’s go, Jen
I’m all out of whiskey and the coffee’s gone through
Gee Jenny. Haw Jenny.
Listen at me talking to a dad-gum mule.

VERSE 3
My pappy called me Pappy and I don’t know why
But my nic’s been Pappy since I’ve been knee-high
Might look weathered but I tick like new
Jenny, she’s a ticker, too
She’ll kick the tick out of you
See, she likes to hide her shiny, too

CHORUS 2
High Jenny, low Jenny. Jenny let’s go, Jen
I’m all out of whiskey and the coffee’s gone through
Gee Jenny, haw Jenny, need to find a squaw Jenny
Sweet grain for you and a peppermint, too

VERSE 4
Bought me a Henry and a Forty-five
More than once Henry’s kept us both alive
Shot me a cougar and a sow bear, too
Bear’ll make a damn good stew
Keep you warm in winter, too

VERSE 4+
Look at the kitty thinking, sure looks pretty
What am I gonna do with you?
Make a little side pouch

CHORUS 3
High Jenny, low Jenny. Jenny let’s go, Jen
I’m all out of whiskey and the coffee’s gone through
Gee Jenny. Haw Jenny.
Git up Jenny, I’m counting on you

1/2 VERSE 5
Raised in Kentucky, born in Tennessee
But they said California was the place to be
So I loaded up the packs and I…

VERSE 5
Salt in the desert, salt in the sea
Salt in the man who lives a life like me
You can pack up, pan up, and mule up to
But I’ll betcha that you never do
Mine your love and money true
As me and Little Jenny do

CHORUS 4
High Jenny, low Jenny. Jenny let’s go, Jen
I’m all out of whiskey and the coffee’s gone through
Gee Jenny. Haw Jenny.
Short on tobacky and the beans are gone, too

CHORUS 5
High Jenny, low Jenny. Jenny let’s go, Jen
I’m all out of whiskey and the coffee’s gone through
Gee Jenny. Haw Jenny.
Git up Jenny, I’m counting on you. Git up now!

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