[A]Ever since Miss Susie Johnson lost her jockey Lee

[A7]there's been much excitement,and more to be.

[D7]You can hear her moaning, moaning night and [A] morn.

[E7] Wondering where her [D7] easy rider's [A] gone.

[A] Cablegrams come of sympathy[A7] telegrams go out in inquiry.

[D7] Letters come from down in [A] 'Bam and [E7]everywhere that Uncle Sam

has [D7] Rural Free Delivery.[A]

[A] All day long the phone rings [A7] but not for me.

[D7] At last good tidings fill our hearts with [A] glee.

This [E7] message comes [D7] from Tennes[A]see.

[E7] Dear Sue your[A]easy rider[A7]struck this burg today.

on a [D7] southbound rattler, side door Pullman [A]car.

[E7] I seen him there and [D7] he was on the [A] hog.

Your [A] easy rider [A7] got to stay away.

He had to [D7] vamp it but the hike ain't [A] far.

He's[E7] gone where the Southern [D7] cross the Yellow Dog.[A]

[A] I know the Yellow dog district like a book.

[A7] Indeed, I know the route that rider took.

[D7]Every cross-tie, bayou, burg and [A] bog.

[E7]Way down where the [D7] Southern cross the[A]Dog.