ON TOP OF OLD SMOKEY.



ON TOP OF OLD SMOKEY ALL COVERED WITH SNOW

I LOST MY TRUE LOVER FOR COURTING TOO SLOW

FOR COURTING'S A PLEASURE AND PARTING'S A GRIEF

AND A FALSE HEARTED LOVER IS WORSE THAN A THIEF

FOR A THIEF WILL JUST ROB YOU AND TAKE ALL YOU SAVE

BUT A FALSE HEARTED LOVER WILL LEAD YOU TO THE GRAVE

AND THE GRAVE WILL DECAY YOU AND TURN YOU TO DUST

NOT ONE GIRL IN A HUNDRED A POOR BOY CAN TRUST

THEY'LL HUG YOU AND KISS YOU AND TELL YOU MORE LIES

THAN CROSS LINES ON A RAILROAD OR STARS IN THE SKIES

SO COME ALL YOUR MAIDENS AND LISTEN TO ME

NEVER PLACE YOUR AFFECTIONS ON A GREEN WILLOW TREE

FOR THE LEAVES THEY WILL WITHER AND THE ROOTS THEY WILL DIE

YOU'LL ALL BE FORSAKEN AND NEVER KNOW WHY.