Bob Heyer: Music

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One afternoon I was playing the banjo and looking out the window into the side yard. A rabbit appeared and inspired me to write this song. After I got the initial verse(which became the chorus), I decided to use the many old-time songs with floating verses and no linear story to tell as a model for the rest of the song. One footnote to the song: Old I-ree Mullins was in fact Clay County, West Virginia fiddler
Ira Mullins who once boasted during an interview that his family came all the way from Rome, Italy to the New World on a wagon.
When the puzzled interviewer asked how this was possible, Ira replied "that they had come through the narries(narrows)"

Little Rabbit Robert C. Heyer 4/4/04

Little Rabbit in the garden
little rabbit lookin' around
wants to see what he can eat
that's growin' up from the ground

Run little rabbit, run away
It's gettin' to the close of day
Night is fallin', the moon is rising
See you in the morning
(chorus)

My gal won't try to change me
She's long and she's tall
She sleeps all day and works all night
and never says nothing at all

The rich man has a life of ease
He never has to worry
The poor man toils for every pay
His life, a sad old story

Every day when I get home
I go out in the yard
Puttin' rocks where they weren't none
Makes diggin' nice and hard

Some folks like molasses
and some folks they like berries
Old I-ree Mullins claims his kin
Came here through the narries

I may be old before my time
Some say that this is true
My beard is grey, my hair falls out
What's an old, sour man to do?

As you listen to the story
In this little song
You'll find that it don't mean a thing
And it should be twice as long