The Brothers Four - Ole Smokey lyrics

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...