Rolling The Woodpile

Rollin', rollin', rollin' the whole world round
That fine gal of mine's on the Georgia line
And we'll roll the woodpile down
(Hey)
A way down South where the cocks do crow (hey)
(Way down in Florida)
Them gals all dance to the old banjo
And we roll the woodpile down
Oh, what can you do down in Tampa bay?
(Way down in Florida)
But give them yellow girls all your pay
And we'll roll the woodpile down
Rollin', rollin', rollin' the whole world round
That fine gal of mine's on the Georgia line
And we'll roll the woodpile down
Rollin' (rollin'), rollin' (rollin') rollin' the whole world round
That fine gal of mine's on the Georgia line
And we'll roll the woodpile down
(Hey)
When I was a young man in me prime (hey)
(Way down in Florida)
I'd take them yellow girls two a time
And we'll roll the woodpile down
We'll roll him high and we'll roll him low (hey)
(Way down in Florida)
We'll heave him up and away we'll go
And we'll roll the woodpile down
Rollin', rollin', rollin' the whole world round
That fine gal of mine's on the Georgia line
And we'll roll the woodpile down
Rollin' (rollin'), rollin' (rollin') rollin' the whole world round
That fine gal of mine's on the Georgia line
And we'll roll the woodpile down
My dear old mother she wrote to me (hey)
(Way down in Florida)
„Oh my little son, come from the sea
And we'll roll the woodpile down“
She sent me money, she sent me clothes (hey)
(Way down in Florida)
I drank the money and I pawned my clothes
And we'll roll the woodpile down
Rollin! Rollin! Rollin the whole world round
That fine gal of mine's on the Georgia line
And we'll roll the woodpile down
Rollin' (rollin'), rollin' (rollin') rollin' the whole world round
That fine gal of mine's on the Georgia line
And we'll roll the woodpile down
That fine gal of mine's on the Georgia line
And we'll roll the woodpile down