On Top of Old Smokey

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