I got a fever in my bones,
feet's full of sand,
my head's full of stone.
I got a fever in my bones,
for the no count daughter of
old Jeb Jones.
Jeb Jones' daughter has yellow hair,
folks all say that she ain't all there.
Down in the holler the boys all follow,
Jeb Jones' daughter with
a low neck collar.
She can't cook and she can't sew
She roams the woods like a yelling doe
One, two, three, come and follow me
Let Jeb Jones' daughter to
the sycamore tree
Oh, I got a fever in my bones
Feet full of sand on heads full of stones
I got a fever in my bones
For the no -count daughter of
old Jeb Jones
She ain't the kind I'd marry with
She ain't the kind I'd tarry with
Don't look now if I break my bow,
she might be strolling by
the old hay mow.
She's got a way to handle men,
kicks them around to the back again.
Gotta go petticoat short of the news,
pop goes the jug,
then it's her -er -er me -o.
I've got a fever in my bones,
feet's full of sand
and the head's full of stone.
I've got a fever in my bones
for the no -count daughter of old Jeff
Jones.
I've got a love for apple pie
I've got a love who's sweet and shy
Don't need to ask which is best
Take a little bite and you know the rest
Oh, what can you do when you like her?
Flings through your heart like
a whistle -down bird
Kiss her once, do no more
Tomorrow comes and
you're knockin' at her door
Oh, I've got a fever in my bones
Feet's full of sand
and the head's full of stone
I've got a fever in my bones
For the no -count daugh
ter of old Jeb Jones
I've got a weakness, plain to see
Ain't no cure for the pain in me
Hair of gold, I suppose Je b Jones'
daughter sure got a hold
One of these days she'll
have a shack,
plan to marry with a gun in back,
look and see who it could be,
don't look long cause it might be me.
Oh, I ain't got a fever in my bones,
feet for sand and a hip for stone,
I ain't got a fever in my bones,
for the no -count dollar I'll pull Jet Pro.