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Rolling The Woodpile

 

Rolling The Woodpile

(album: Von Liebe, Tod Und Freiheit - 2015)


Rolling, rolling, rolling the whole world round
That fine gal of mine's on the Georgia line
And we'll roll the woodpile down

A way down south where the cocks do crow (Way down in Florida)
Them gals all dance to the old banjo as they roll the woodpile down
Oh, what can you do in Tampa Bay (Way down in Florida)
But give them yellow girls all your pay and we'll roll the woodpile down

Rolling, rolling, rolling the whole world round
That fine gal of mine's on the Georgia line
And we'll roll the woodpile down
Rolling, rolling, rolling the whole world round
That fine gal of mine's on the Georgia line
And we'll roll the woodpile down

When I was a young man in me prime (Way down in Florida)
I'd take them yellow girls two a time and we'd roll the woodpile down
We'll roll him high and we'll roll him low (Way down in Florida)
We'll heave him up and away we'll go and we'll roll the woodpile down

Rolling, rolling, rolling the whole world round
That fine gal of mine's on the Georgia line
And we'll roll the woodpile down
Rolling, rolling, rolling the whole world round
That fine gal of mine's on the Georgia line
And we'll roll the woodpile down

My dear old mother, she wrote to me (Way down in Florida)
Oh, my little son comes from the sea and we'll roll the woodpile down
She sent me money, she sent me clothes (Way down in Florida)
I drank the money and I pawned the clothes and we'll roll the woodpile down

Rolling, rolling, rolling the whole world round
That fine gal of mine's on the Georgia line
And we'll roll the woodpile down
Rolling, rolling, rolling the whole world round
That fine gal of mine's on the Georgia line
And we'll roll the woodpile down
That fine gal of mine's on the Georgia line
And we'll roll the woodpile down

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