Yes, I Was Standing in the Bottom Lyrics

I′m gonna do, after this Sunday I'm doing, um, tall stories
And then, uh, songs around these stories, you know, what you call
At home we call them tall tales
But I′m gonna have myself a, have tall stories, see

And I tell a big story and then play a song around the story
What it means and show the people what it means
See, I'm on the air and I'm just doing, uh
Stuff letting the people know what American folk music is
Unwritten music, made it by the mind
How you feel, you sing
Every Sunday I′m doing hollers and reels
Yeah, I′m doing hollers and reels and one of 'em is gonna be

Yes, I was standing in the bottom
Wading mud up to my knees
I was working for the captain
And it′s so hard to please
Dow, oh, gee, yeah
I got up this morning
And I could not lay back down

I was looking at my baby
She was fixing to leave this town
Dow, oh, yay, get over there
Well, I'm gone, I′m going
And your crying won't make me stay
And the more you boo
And the further I am going away
Dow, yay, ooh, get back there
That′s what I wanted