Forks of the Branch (Johnny Mullins)

Well, it's funny how a song can melt your heart
Especially when it's sung
By a pretty little girl with pretty little curls
When the moon is lowly swung
My folks took me to the village one night
A dance was going on
I met a little girl with pretty little curls
That taught me to sing this silly little song

Way down yonder in the forks of the branch
The old sow fiddled and the little pig danced
Possum in the gum tree, better get him down
Nickel for his hide when you get him in town

While the babies slept and the old folks stepped
To the big hillbilly band
Me and the girl with pretty little curls
Just sat a-holdin' hands
She'd smile at me, I'd smile at her
As the band played on and on
She tapped her feet, and giggled so sweet
And sang another verse of that silly little song

Way down yonder in the forks of the branch
The old sow fiddled and the little pig danced
If I had a wish I'd wish I was a tree
And you'd come along, start swinging on me

I went home that night all starry-eyed
Gazing at the moon
And all the way home I couldn't help but sing that silly tune
When they tucked me in to my bed that night
I hadn't been asleep very long
'Til I started dreaming a sweet little dream
'Bout a pretty little girl and a silly little song

Way down yonder in the forks of the branch
The old sow fiddled and the little pig danced
Better wake grandpa early in the morn
Tell him that the crows are eatin' up the corn

Well, I courted her as the years went by
And joy filled our lives
And early one spring I bought a ring
And she became my wife
We live up high on a mountaintop
Our love is true and strong
Come up and see us one of these days
Hear a house full of kids sing a silly little song

Way down yonder in the forks of the branch
The old sow fiddled and the little pig danced
Possum in the gum tree, better get him down
Nickel for his hide when you get him in town
If I had a wish I'd wish I was a tree
And you'd come along and start swinging on me
Better wake grandpa early in the morn
Tell him that the crows are eatin' up the corn