On Top of Old 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
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

Ah, 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
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