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Mizzou's greatest football tradition - the "Missouri Waltz"
Posted on 8/8/16 at 8:51 am
Posted on 8/8/16 at 8:51 am
During a Mizzou game you'll hear the band play and the crowd sing the "Missouri Waltz", an old jazz song created by an African American Missourian in the late 1800s or early 1900s around Moberly, Missouri, a little railroad town in Northeast Missouri, an area of Missouri long known as "Little Dixie".
The Missouri Waltz was later played by President Harry Truman on piano in the White House, adopted as the Missouri State Song in 1949, and was sung by famous musicians including Bing Crosby, Perry Como, Glenn Miller Orchestra, Gene Autry, and Johnny Cash.
Nonetheless, like everything in Missouri the "Missouri Waltz" has at times been controversial. Copied below are the lyrics to Missouri's State Song and Mizzou's greatest football game tradition:
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The Missouri Waltz was later played by President Harry Truman on piano in the White House, adopted as the Missouri State Song in 1949, and was sung by famous musicians including Bing Crosby, Perry Como, Glenn Miller Orchestra, Gene Autry, and Johnny Cash.
Nonetheless, like everything in Missouri the "Missouri Waltz" has at times been controversial. Copied below are the lyrics to Missouri's State Song and Mizzou's greatest football game tradition:
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Hush-a-bye, ma baby, slumber-time is coming soon
Rest yo' head upon ma breast while Mammy hums a tune
The sandman is callin' where shadows are fallin',
While the soft breezes sigh as in days long gone by.
'Way down in Missouri where I heard this melody,
When I was a Pick-a-ninny on ma Mammy's knee
The darkies were hummin,' Their banjos were strummin'
So sweet and low Strum, strum, strum, strum, strum,
Seems I hear those banjos playin' once again,
Hum, hum, hum, hum, hum, That same old plaintive strain.
Hear that mournful melody, It just haunts you the whole day long,
And you wander in dreams back to Dixie, it seems,
When you hear that old time song.
Hush-a-bye, ma baby, go to sleep on Mammy's knee,
Journey back to Dixieland in dreams again with me;
It seems like yo' Mammy was there once again,
And the darkies were strummin' that same old refrain.
'Way down in Missouri where I learned this lullaby,
When the stars were blinkin' and the moon was climbin' high,
And I hear Mammy Cloe, as in days long ago singin' hush-a-bye.
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Posted on 8/8/16 at 8:57 am to mizzoukills
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This post was edited on 3/26/20 at 11:34 pm
Posted on 8/8/16 at 9:05 am to mizzoukills
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Pick-a-ninny
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Posted on 8/8/16 at 9:06 am to mizzoukills
Did someone say poop swastika?
Posted on 8/8/16 at 9:10 am to mizzoukills
They sing "My Old Kentucky Home" at the last home game every season at Kentucky.
Lyrics
The sun shines bright in the old Kentucky home.
'Tis summer, the darkies are gay,
The corn top's ripe and the meadow's in the bloom
While the birds make music all the day.
The young folks roll on the little cabin floor,
All merry, all happy, and bright.
By 'n by hard times comes a-knocking at the door,
Then my old Kentucky home, good night.
Weep no more my lady, oh! weep no more today!
We will sing one song for the old Kentucky home,
For the old Kentucky home far away.
They hunt no more for the 'possum and the coon,
On the meadow, the hill and the shore,
They sing no more by the glimmer of the moon,
On the bench by the old cabin door.
The day goes by like a shadow o'er the heart,
With sorrow where all was delight.
The time has come when the darkies have to part,
Then my old Kentucky home, good night!
Weep no more my lady, oh! weep no more today!
We will sing one song for the old Kentucky home,
For the old Kentucky home far away.
The head must bow and the back will have to bend,
Wherever the darkey may go.
A few more days and the trouble all will end,
In the field where the sugar-canes grow.
A few more days for to tote the weary load,
No matter 'twill never be light.
A few more days till we totter on the road,
Then my old Kentucky home, good-night!
Weep no more my lady, oh! weep no more today!
We will sing one song for the old Kentucky home,
For the old Kentucky home far away.
Lyrics
The sun shines bright in the old Kentucky home.
'Tis summer, the darkies are gay,
The corn top's ripe and the meadow's in the bloom
While the birds make music all the day.
The young folks roll on the little cabin floor,
All merry, all happy, and bright.
By 'n by hard times comes a-knocking at the door,
Then my old Kentucky home, good night.
Weep no more my lady, oh! weep no more today!
We will sing one song for the old Kentucky home,
For the old Kentucky home far away.
They hunt no more for the 'possum and the coon,
On the meadow, the hill and the shore,
They sing no more by the glimmer of the moon,
On the bench by the old cabin door.
The day goes by like a shadow o'er the heart,
With sorrow where all was delight.
The time has come when the darkies have to part,
Then my old Kentucky home, good night!
Weep no more my lady, oh! weep no more today!
We will sing one song for the old Kentucky home,
For the old Kentucky home far away.
The head must bow and the back will have to bend,
Wherever the darkey may go.
A few more days and the trouble all will end,
In the field where the sugar-canes grow.
A few more days for to tote the weary load,
No matter 'twill never be light.
A few more days till we totter on the road,
Then my old Kentucky home, good-night!
Weep no more my lady, oh! weep no more today!
We will sing one song for the old Kentucky home,
For the old Kentucky home far away.
Posted on 8/8/16 at 10:37 am to mizzoukills
It has "Mammy" in it. Missouri must be southern. Congrats Killz
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