ON TOP OF OLD SMOKEY
On top of Old Smokey, all covered with snow, I lost my true lover, come acourtin'
too slow.
For courtin's a pleasure, and parting is grief; a false hearted lover, is worse than
a thief.
For a thief he will rob you, and take what you have, but a false-hearted lover,
will send you to your grave.
She'll hug you and kiss you, and tell you more lies, than the crossties on a
railroad, or stars in the skies.
On top of Old Smokey, all covered with snow, I lost my true lover, come acourtin'
too slow.
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