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When I was a child |
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Down in south Caroline |
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Soon's the Saturday sun went on down |
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My folk's and sister would go |
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And leave me home all alone |
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Goin' to that big square dance in town |
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Well my old radio |
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Would play that ol' Opry show |
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So I never got lonesome or blue |
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I'd fall asleep in my chair |
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And dream that I was right there |
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Just singing the whole night through |
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When my folks would come home |
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They'd be humming a song |
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Mamma'd smile and say, "Child don't you know |
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There ain't a thing in this world |
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To make you fall in love girl |
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Like the San Antonio stroll" |
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Well the day finally come |
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When my momma said, "Hon' |
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It's 'bout time you came with us as well" |
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Well, I had me a time |
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Yes, I danced all night |
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Till they rang that old cracked midnight bell |
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Then the lights went down low |
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The fiddler picked up his bow |
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And he played something stately and slow |
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And my sister Eileen and her husband to be |
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They held hands and began to stroll |
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I've been away for a while |
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But it still brings a smile |
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When I think of the way that it goes |
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Now I'll sing it to you |
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Just so we both can do |
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That ol' San Antonio stroll |
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Now I'll sing it to you |
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Just so well all can do |
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That ol' San Antonio stroll |
