"Jinglin' Jack Guy" lyrics

Limberjacks, flipperdingers
Toys enough to fill the holler
Gee-haw whimydiddles
Fun for the kids, the daddies, and the mamas

Throw on a log in the big potbelly
Folk toys tied with ribbon
Scratch the dog and brew the coffee
Pen knife's how he makes his living

'Round about Christmas Eve
Makes his midnight ride
Oh, Santa Claus, you ain't got nothing
On jinglin' Jack Guy

Climbing bear and Jacob's ladder
Spinning top and the old smoke grinder
Thaumatrope and a big bull roarer
Made in Beech Creek, North Carolina

Pass around the cornstalk fiddle
Dipper-gourd banjo, pick a little Dooley
Fill the jug from the copper kettle
Snowflakes fall in Avery County

'Round about Christmas Eve
Makes his midnight ride
Oh, Santa Claus, you ain't got nothing
On jinglin' Jack Guy

Oh, it takes patience and it takes time
To make a wheel go spin on the line
But toys today, it ain't hard to see
Childhood ain't what it used to be
Oh

Jack Guy, you gave good learning
You stand alone, ain't nobody match you
You passed a torch that'll keep on burning
For all the kids up in Appalachia

'Round about Christmas Eve
Makes his midnight ride
Santa Claus, you ain't got nothing
On jinglin' Jack Guy