Weavers Good Old Bowling Green
Wish I was in bowling greens
Sitting in my chair
When I'm around my pretty little gal
When I'm around my dear, when I'm around my dear
Bowling Green, hey
Good old Bowling Green
Going through this worried world
Going through alone
Going through this worried world
I ain't got no home, I ain't got no home
Bowling Green, hey
Good old Bowling Green
I wish I was a bumble bee
Flying through the air
Take my true love by my side
Touch her if you dare, touch her if you dare
Bowling Green, hey
Good old Bowling Green
Going back to Bowling Green
Don't know how or when
When I get to Bowling Green
I'll never leave again, I'll never leave again
Bowling Green, hey
Good old Bowling Green
Bowling Green, hey
Good old Bowling Green
