Song of the South Page #2

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Toby:
Uncle Remus, you tells the bes' tales in

de whole United States o' Georgia!

Remus:
Lawzy child, you should o' heard me

tell 'em when I could tell 'em.

Remus:
I boun' you'd a-busted de

buttons off'n yo' what-cher macollums.

Remus:
When Miss Sally was yo' age, she useda

sit jes' as you's a settin' right now

Remus:
an' laugh 'til she could laugh no mo'.

Chloe:
Uncle Remus! Uncle Remus!

Lawzy mursy, have you seen Johnny?

Chloe:
Po' Miss Sally -- She been lookin'

high and low for dat child!

Tempy:
You sho' he ain't been down here

lis'nin to one 'o yo' tales?

Toby:
Co'se he ain't! Wouldn't I a-seed 'im?

Chloe:
How come you let dat boy git out o' yo sight?

Didn't Miss Doshy tell you to take care 'o him?

Tempe:
Come on Chloe! Us got to find him befo'

Miss Sally go outer her min'.

Remus:
Miss Tempy...

You tell Miss Sally de boy's wid me.

Tempy:
What do you mean -- he wid you?

Remus:
Nem-mine. You jes' tell her what I sez.

Tempy:
Come on Toby, git yo'se'f on.

Remus:
Well, bless my soul! Ah, dar now,

done gone and got sum'n in yo' eye.

Remus:
An' I ain't surprised -- Things

blowin' 'round here de way de does.

Remus:
Now -- Hmm -- Peers to me like

you's figgerin' on goin' some place.

Johnny:
I am! And nobody's gonna stop me!

Remus:
Well now. If dat don't bang my time!

You know, I was jes' figgerin' on doin' sump'n

Remus:
like dat myse'f. How'd you like ol'

Uncle Remus to go long wid you?

Remus:
Now, le'see now. Whar is we figgerin' on goin?

How kin we be goin' sum place if we dunno whar we's goin?

Johnny:
I'm going to Atlanta.

Remus:
Hmm, pow'ful long walk to Atlanta.

Is you brung some grub?

Johnny:
No.

Remus:
Well, now... if we ain't got no grub,

we sho can't get very fur.

Remus:
S'pose we stops by my place an' picks up

some cawn-bread? An' mebbe some sweet tatters?

Remus:
Tobby sho', honey. Gimme yo' hand.

I need young eyes in de dark.

Remus:
Sort o' late in de day to be startin'

on sech a long trip, ain't it?

Johnny:
Well, you don't have to go...

Just 'cause you said you would.

Remus:
Well, now, I ain't heard nobody say

nuthin' 'bout not goin'. Co'se I'll go.

Johnny:
And I'm not comin' back!

Johnny:
You're laughing at me.

Remus:
At you honey? No suh.

Remus:
I'se laughin' 'cause dem's sackly

the words that ol' Brer Rabbit used

Remus:
de time dat he lit out from his briar patch!

An' I ain't never comin' back, neither!

Remus:
Yes suh, dem was his very words.

Remus:
Well, I reckon I better be gettin' my

things together so's we can be leavin'.

Johnny:
What did you say about Brer Rabbit?

Remus:
Which Brer Rabbit was dat, hon?

Johnny:
Why, you said something about Brer Rabbit.

Remus:
Who? Me? I mighter said sump'n 'bout 'im

Remus:
day befo' yestiddy,

but it done gone clean off my mind.

Johnny:
Why, you said there was a tale about

Brer Rabbit not coming back to his briar patch.

Remus:
Well, bless my soul, child. I sho' did.

And if I don't tell you about 'im, you're gonna

Remus:
pester me 'til I does. So what's de odds?

'Tain't no great tale, no-how.

Johnny:
Is that the same Brer Rabbit

that got away from the fox?

Remus:
Why, don't you know? Dey ain't but one

Brer Rabbit. Now you jes' set yo'se'f down here

Remus:
and lissen, wid bofe ears wide open...

'cause dishyer Brer Rabbit, he's de out-doin'est,

Remus:
The mos' bodacious critter in de whole world.

Now dishyer tale didn't happen jes' yestiddy...

Remus:
Nor de day befo'. 'Twas along time ago.

An' in dem days, eve'thing was mighty satisfactual.

Remus:
De critters, dey was closer to de folks...

an' de folks, dey was closer to de critters...

Remus:
An' if you'll 'scuse me for sayin' so...

t'was better all around.

Remus:
Honey... It happened on one of them

Zip-a-dee-do-da days.

Remus:
Now that's the kind of day when you can't

open your mouth without a song jump right out of it...

Music Remus:
Zip-a-dee-do-da, zip-a-dee-ay,

my oh my, what a wonderful day.

Music Remus:
Plenty of sunshine, headin'

my way. Zip-a-dee-do-da, zip-a-dee-ay.

Music Remus:
Mr. Bluebird's on my shoulder.

It's de truff, it's actual, everything is satisfactual.

Music Remus:
Zip-a-dee-do-da, zip-a-dee-ay,

wonderful feeling, wonderful day. Yass suh!

Music Remus:
Zip-a-dee-do-da, zip-a-dee-ay,

my oh my what a wonderful day.

Music Moles:
Oh, plenty of sunshine headin' my way

Zip-a-dee-do-da, zip-a-dee-ay.

Music Remus:
Mr. Bluebird's on my shoulder.

It's de truff, it's actual, everything is satisfactual.

Music Remus:
Zip-a-dee-do-da, zip-a-dee-ay,

wonderful feeling, feeling this way.

Music Remus:
Zum, zum, zum, zum, zum, zum, zum.

zum, zum, zum, zum, zum, zum zum.

Music Remus:
Boom, boom, boom, boom.

bum, bum, bum, boo boo Boo

Music Remus:
Mr. Bluebird's on my shoulder.

It's de truff, it's actual...

Remus:
Where is that bluebird?

Bluebird:
Whistle

Music Remus:
Mmm, mmm... Everything is satisfactual.

Music Remus:
Zip-a-dee-do-da, zip-a-dee-ay,

wonderful feeling, wonderful da... hammering noise

Rabbit:
Doggone ol' briar patch! Doggone

ol place like this! Doggone.. Keep on...

Remus:
Ahem... Howdy Brer Rabbit.

Rabbit:
Wa-wa-wa-who-who-dat callin' my name?

Oh-ah-uh-uh-ah-hello Uncle Remus.

Remus:
Peers to me that you's in a powerful

bad mood to go to de party.

Rabbit:
B'ah ain't goin' to be no party. Cause I ain't

goin' to be here. I'm goin' leave this 'ol place.

Remus:
You mean you's leavin' yo' ol' briar patch?

Rabbit:
Dat....I....is!

Remus:
The place where you was bawn and raised?

Rabbit:
Dat....I....is!

Remus:
You mean, leavin' for good?

Rabbit:
Dat...I... OWWWW! Now see dar?

Dat ol' briar patch ain't brought me nothin' but trouble.

Rabbit:
OWWW! And mo' trouble.

Rabbit:
Dis's where my trouble is,

an' dis de place i belongs away from.

Remus:
Don't you know you can't run away from trouble?

Rabbit:
Heh-heh. Where I'm goin',

there ain't gonna be no trouble.

Remus:
Dey ain't no place dat fur.

Rabbit:
Well, just the same, I done made

up my mind, an I ain't never comin' back.

Rabbit:
Well, so long Uncle Remus.

Remus:
Ah sho' hopes you knows what you's doin.

Rabbit:
Heh-heh! Don't worry 'bout me,

ah can take care o' myself.

Rabbit whistles as he hops away down the path

Remus:
He left his old troubles behind, all right,

but, he was headin' straight for a whole

Remus:
new mess o' bran' new troubles.

Rabbit:
Zip-a-dee-do-da, zip-a-dee...

Cowbel jingles as rabbit bounces

Remus:
Fust news he knows... dar he dangled',

'twixt de heavens and de earth...

Remus:
Fust he scared he goin' fall,

den he scared he ain't goin' fall...

Remus:
He yanked and he pulled and he

heaved and he hauled. But warn't no use.

Remus:
He knows somebody caught him

all right, an' he sorta specks he knows who

Remus:
dat somebody is. An' sho' nuff,

up on chickapin hill, where he live...

Remus:
Who whould hear de ruckus but

ol' Brer Fox, and when dat ol' scamp see

Remus:
he done caught Brer Rabbit, he hollar out...

Fox:
I got im'! I gots dat ol' Brer Rabbit!

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