Lyrics:

Eighteen, nineteen, twenty years ago
Uncle Bud beat the devil outta Cotton-Eyed Joe
Uncle Bud

Some people say Uncle Bud is dead
But I don't lie, he's sick in bed
Uncle Bud

Uncle Bud got a daughter
Her name is Joan
What I like about her, make an old man moan
Uncle Bud

Uncle Bud got cotton, ain't never been picked
Uncle Bud got corn, ain't never been shucked
Uncle Bud got a daughter, ain't never been touched
Uncle Bud

Big fish, litle fish climbin' upta water
Some son of a gun done touched my daughter
Uncle Bud

Down in Louisiana where the grass grow green
They got more women that you've ever seen
Uncle Bud

Uncle Bud got this, Uncle Bud got that
Uncle Bud got a big ol' cowboy hat
Uncle Bud

Jimmy come and knock with a pack on his back
He bring more cotton than he can pack
Uncle Bud