(quoted from post at 17:40:34 05/18/15) All your people that are a fan of yodeling.
Does anyone know who the one that said he taught Jimmie Rodgers to yodel?
He also sounded like a southern black man when he talked with his unmistakable accent
Me thinks, only a true yodeling fan wood know the answer.
To keep it tractor related, his uncle had a John Deere thractor.
THE HISTORY OF YODELLING
Back in the olden days, a man was traveling through
Switzerland. Nightfall was rapidly approaching, and the
man had nowhere to sleep. He went up to a farmhouse
and asked the farmer if he could spend the night.
The farmer told him that it would be all right, and that
he could sleep in the barn. The man went into the barn
to bed down and the farmer went back into the house.
The farmer's daughter came down from upstairs
and asked the farmer, "Who was that man
going into the barn?"
"That's some fellow traveling through," answered the farmer.
"He needed a place to stay for the night, so I said that
he could sleep in the barn."
The daughter then asked the farmer, "Did you
offer the man anything to eat?"
"Gee, no, I didn't," the farmer answered.
The daughter said, "Well, I'm going to take
him some food."
She went into the kitchen, prepared a plate of food and
then took it out to the barn. The daughter was in the
barn for an hour before returning to the house.
When she came back in, her clothes were all disheveled
and buttoned up wrong, and she had several strands of
straw tangled up in her long blonde hair.
She immediately went up the stairs to her bedroom
and went to sleep.
A little later, the farmer's wife came down and asked
the farmer why their daughter went to bed so early.
"I don't know," said the farmer. "I told a man that he could
sleep in the barn and our daughter took him some food."
"Oh," replied the wife. "Well, did you offer the man
anything to drink?"
"Umm, no, I didn't," said the farmer.
The wife then said, "I'm going to take something out
there for him to drink."
The wife went to the cellar, got a bottle of wine, then went
out to the barn. She did not return for over an hour,
and when she came back into the house, her clothes
were also messed up and she had straw twisted into
her blonde hair. She went straight up the stairs
and into bed.
The next morning at sunrise, the man in the barn got up
and continued on his journey, waving to the farmer as he
left the farm.
A few hours later, the daughter woke up and came rushing
downstairs. She went right out to the barn, only to find it empty. She
ran back into the house.
"Where's the man from the barn?" she eagerly
asked the farmer.
Her father answered, "He left several hours ago."
"What?" she cried. "He left without saying good bye?
After all we had together?
"What?" shouted the father. "He took advantage
of you?"
The farmer ran out into the front yard looking for the
man but by now the man was halfway up the side
of the mountain.
The farmer screamed up at him, "I'm gonna get you!
You took advantage of my daughter!"
The man looked back down from the mountainside,
cupped his hands next to his mouth and yelled out,
"I laid the old laDEE, too!"
