Welcome 2 nd, 3 rd, and 4 th Graders to our Boot Camp Celebration!

Attention! I don’t know what you’ve been told, We work hard to reach our goals. Reading, reading all day long, Words and poems and even song! Sound off, Estes ESTES!

BOATMAN DANCE Boatman dance, boatman sing Boatman do most anything. Boatman sing, boatman play Boatman dance your life away. Dance boatman dance. Dance boatman dance. Dance all night till the broad daylight, Go home with the gals in the mornin’. Hey, ho, boatman row. Sailing down the river on the Ohio. Hey, ho, boatman row. Sailing down the river on the Ohio. Now when that boatman blows his horn, Look out farmer, your rooster's gone. He stole my sheep and he stole my goat, Put 'em in a bag and went to the boat.

Boatman Dance (Page 2) Dance boatman dance. Dance boatman dance. Dance all night till the broad daylight, Go home with the gals in the mornin’. Hey, ho, boatman row. Sailing down the river on the Ohio. Hey, ho, boatman row. Sailing down the river on the Ohio. Four and twenty boatman in a flock, Sittin’ by the seaside picking on a rock. Pickin on a rock, picking on a fiddle, Pickin a catfish, bones in the middle. Dance boatman dance. Dance boatman dance. Dance all night till the broad daylight, Go home with the gals in the morning’. Hey, ho, boatman row. Sailing down the river on the Ohio. Hey, ho, boatman row. Sailing down the river on the Ohio.

Boatman Dance (Page 3) Waterways, rivers, canals and streams, We gotta work to make them clean. We work all day out on the bay, Then we dance the night away. Dance boatman dance.Dance boatman dance. Dance all night till the broad daylight, Go home with the gals in the mornin’ Hey, ho, boatman row. Sailing down the river on the Ohio. Hey, ho, boatman row. Sailing down the river on the Ohio.Hey, ho, boatman row. Sailing down the river on the Ohio.

BEANS, BACON, AND GRAVY Well, I was born long ago, in eighteen ninety-four. I've seen many a panic, I will own. I've been hungry, I've been cold, and now I'm growing old. But the worst I've seen is nineteen thirty-one. Oh, those beans, bacon & gravy, they almost drive me crazy, I eat them I see them in my dreams. When I wake up each morning and another day is dawning, I know I'll have another mess of beans. Well, we congregate each morning at the county barn at dawning, And everyone is happy, so it seems. But when our work is done we file in one by one, And thank the Lord for one more mess of beans.

BEANS, BACON, AND GRAVY (Page 2) Oh, those beans, bacon and gravy, they almost drive me crazy, I eat them I see them in my dreams. When I wake up each morning and another day is dawning, I know I'll have another mess of beans. Well, we have Hooverized on butter, for milk we've only water, And I haven't seen a steak in many a day. For cakes and pies and jellies we substitute sow bellies, For which we work the county road each day. Oh, those beans, bacon and gravy, they almost drive me crazy, I eat them I see them in my dreams. When I wake up each morning and another day is dawning, I know I'll have another mess of beans.

BEANS, BACON, AND GRAVY (Page 3) And if there ever comes a time when I have more than a dime, They will have to put me under lock and key. For I've been broke so long I can only sing this song Of the workers and their misery. Oh, those beans, bacon and gravy, they almost drive me crazy, I eat them I see them in my dreams. When I wake up each morning and another day is dawning, I know I'll have another mess of beans.

GOOBER PEAS Sitting by the roadside on a summer's day. Chatting with my mess-mates, passing time away. Lying in the shadows underneath the trees. Goodness how delicious eating goober peas. Peas, peas, peas, peas, eating goober peas. Goodness how delicious, eating goober peas. Well, when a horse-man passes, the soldiers have a rule. To cry out their loudest, "Mister, here's your mule?" But another custom, enchanting-er than these, Is wearing out your grinders, eating goober peas. Peas, peas, peas, peas, eating goober peas. Goodness how delicious, eating goober peas.

GOOBER PEAS (Page 2) Just before the battle, the General hears a row. He says "The Yanks are coming, I hear their rifles now." He looks down the roadway and what d'you think he sees? The Georgia Militia crackin’ goober peas. Peas, peas, peas, peas, eating goober peas. Goodness how delicious, eating goober peas. I think my song has lasted just about enough. The subject's interesting and the rhymes are mighty rough. I wish the war was over so free from rags and fleas, We'd kiss our wives and sweethearts, Say good-bye to goober peas. Peas, peas, peas, peas, eating goober peas. Goodness how delicious, eating goober peas. [REPEAT]