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CELEBRATED PICKIN' FROG OF CALAVERAS COUNTY
©Gary Bowman In the West Sierra foothills, Where golden rivers flow Lived a frog named Beauregard, Who played the old banjo Legend says a miner, 49er, Struck it rich He took his gold to Frisco, And left that banjo in the ditch Now, Beauregard was hopping, Near Angel’s Creek, one day And stumbled on that banjo, And he commenced to play He played the old barn dances, Full moon shinin’ bright That wild-eyed, banjo-picking frog, Would play till morning light. He’s the Celebrated Pickin’ Frog of Calaveras County Pickin’ five-string, that’s his specialty! Why, he can out-pick any frog in Calaveras County Better than any frog ever you’ll see! Well, soon enough that bullfrog, Was traveling town-to-town The critters came to hear him play, From all the ponds around At Smiley’s amphitheatre, He played to great acclaim, Even got a big, green, slimy star, On the Froggywood ‘Hop of Fame’ He’s the Celebrated Pickin’ Frog of Calaveras County Pickin’ five-string, that’s his specialty! Why, he can out-pick any frog in Calaveras County Better than any frog ever you’ll see! One day a stranger came to town, Her name was Clementine She played a ‘bowl back’ mandolin, And played it mighty fine She played the “Horse-Fly Two-Step,” As salamanders smiled, When Beau picked up that old five-string, The turtles all went wild. Well, when the song was over, Beau took her by the hand, He said, “My darling Clementine, Let’s start an old-time band.” “Of course, my dearest Beauregard” ...The rest is history You can hear ‘em play, every Saturday night on the Grand Ol’ Hop’ry They’re the Celebrated Pickin’ Frogs of Calaveras County Jug Band Music, that’s their specialty! Why, they can out-pick any frogs in Calaveras County They’re the finest bull frog band, That ever you’ll see! Why, they can out pick any frogs in Calaveras County They’re the finest bullfrog pickin’ band, That ever you’ll see! |
