Kate Smith
On Top of Old Smokey
On top of old SmokeyAll covered with snowI lost my true loverFor a courting to slowYes courting's a pleasureAnd parting is griefAnd a false hearted loverIs worse than a thiefShe'll kiss you, she'll hug youAnd tell you more liesThan the cross ties on a railroadOr the stars in the skyLet me tell you 'bout my babyShe's like bad brandy wineThe first time I kissed herShe drove me out my mindShe's a Baltimore specialGot a fine brown frameWhen you see her in motionEvil woman is her nameDid I tell you 'bout the EastmanSongtexteLord what a shameHe run off with my babyAnd scandalized my nameWell I went up on a mountain topTo call my baby backShe was gone with that EastmanDown that lonesome railroad trackIf I ever see that EastmanI'll shoot him with my gunI'll cut him with my long JonesAnd dare that pimp to runLittle Liza, little LizaI couldn't sleep last nightCome on back home babyEverything will be all rightLet me tell you, let me tell youI don't care what you sayIf my woman ever comes backI'll give my life awayIf you ever see a dark cloudA-rollin' in the skyIt's my woman gone to heavenWith a tear drop in her eyeOn top of old SmokeyAll covered with snowI lost my true loverFor a-courting to slow
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