Album Name : Bing Crosby: The Radio Years, Vol. 2
Release Date : 1988-09-01
Song Duration : 3:08
Bing Crosby On Top Of Old Smokey
On top of old Smokey
All covered with snow
I lost my true lover
For a courting to slow
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
When you see her in motion
Evil woman is her name
Did I tell 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
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
On top of old Smokey
All covered with snow
I lost my true lover
For a courting to slow
