On Top Of Old Smokey
Song Lyrics & Words
On top of Old Smokey
All covered with snow
I lost my true lover
Come'a courting too slow...
A courting's a pleasure
A courting's a grief
A false hearted lover
Is worse than a thief.
A thief he will rob you
And take what you have
A false hearted lover
Will send you to your grave.
She'll hug you and kiss you
And tell you more lies
Than the cross ties on a railroad
Or the stars in the skies.
Alternative Lyrics & Words
On top of Old Smokey
All covered with mud
I found my old teacher
All smothered with blood
A knofe in her back and
An ax in her head
I had a queer feeling
My teacher was dead.
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By Jillian in Claremont Ca on 18 March 2009
Thank you for the prairie songs.