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On top of old Smokey |
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All covered with snow |
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I lost my true lover |
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For a courting to slow. |
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Yes courting's a pleasure |
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And parting is grief |
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And a false hearted lover |
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Is worse than a thief. |
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She'll kiss you, she'll hug you |
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And tell you more lies |
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Than the cross ties on a railroad |
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Or the stars in the sky. |
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Let me tell you 'bout my baby |
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She's like bad brandy wine |
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The first time I kissed her |
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She drove me out my mind. |
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She's a Baltimore special |
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Got a fine brown frame |
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When you see her in motion |
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Evil woman is her name. |
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Did I tell you 'bout the Eastman |
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Lord what a shame |
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He run off with my baby |
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And scandalized my name. |
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Well I went up on a mountain top |
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To call my baby back |
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She was gone with that Eastman |
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Down that lonesome railroad track. |
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If I ever see that Eastman |
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I'll shoot him with my gun |
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I'll cut him with my long Jones |
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And dare that pimp to run. |
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Little Liza, little Liza |
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I couldn't sleep last night |
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Come on back home baby |
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Everything will be all right. |
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Let me tell you, let me tell you |
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I don't care what you say |
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If my woman ever comes back |
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I'll give my life away. |
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If you ever see a dark cloud |
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A-rollin' in the sky |
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It's my woman gone to heaven |
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With a tear drop in her eye. |
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On top of old Smokey |
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All covered with snow |
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I lost my true lover |
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For a-courting to slow... |
