Bingo Bongo Banjo (FM) | Jackson Holler

06- "Bingo Bongo Banjo" written by Mioki Uzuki Down in the holler where the moonshine flows, Lived a fella named Rufus with a crooked nose. He had three things he loved more than gold, Bingo, Bongo, and his banjo old. Oh Bingo! Bongo! Banjo! Strum that thing till the chickens all go! Bingo! Bongo! Banjo! Pick it fast and the devil says "Whoa!" Bingo was his dog with one good eye, Chased the possums underneath the sky. Bongo was his goat, mean as sin, But he’d headbutt a rhythm when the pickin’ would begin. Oh Bingo! Bongo! Banjo! Kick up dust on the old dirt road-o! Bingo! Bongo! Banjo! Play it till your fingers bleed and glow! Every Friday night by the sycamore tree, Folks would gather round, half drunk, half free. Rufus’d tune the strings with a rusty nail, And the whole damn valley would commence to wail: Oh Bingo! Bongo! Banjo! Make the preacher dance and the widow let go! Bingo! Bongo! Banjo! Lord have mercy on this joyful show! Now the dog don’t see, and the goat don’t care, And Rufus lost most of his graying hair… But every time the night gets dark and strange, You can still hear three things that never change: Oh Bingo! Bongo! Banjo! Rattlin’ heaven with that lonesome glow! Bingo! Bongo! Banjo! Pick it, boys, till the rivers overflow! Bingo… Bongo… Banjo… Goodnight, y’all.