Grandpa Jones Banjo Sam
I'm a rovin' little banjo picker up from Alabam
Where I used to hoe the cotton and the cane
Well, the old folks they will miss me when they shout
for little Sam
And I am not a-(gonna) live with them again
Well, I left them in the night when the moon was
shinin' bright
Struck out with a banjer in my hand
Oh I left my only brother and my dear old aged mother
And I run away to join this little band
Well, I pick and sing both night and day, I'm workin'
mighty hard
Makin' all the money that I can
When I go back home, I sho (shall?) go back in style
The old folks will be proud of Banjo Sam
Well, I'm a-savin' every cent, cept'n what I go and
spend
I'm a-goin' back to see them all again
Oh to see my only brother and my dear old aged mother
They'll say, "Welcome home, little Banjo Sam!"
Now the cabin which I lived in was sittin' on a hill
And the mockingbird a-singin' on the tree
There I'll build myself a mansion in that spot that I
love well
Let Mother and my brother live with me
Well, when the work is o'er, we will gather 'round the
door
Of that mansion, all the kinfolks in a jam
Oh, we'll keep the banjo ringin' and we'll listen to
the singin'
They'll say, "Welcome home, little Banjo Sam!"
