Saro Jane

Come on and rock-about my Saro Jane
Come on and rock-about my Saro Jane
Oh, there’s nothing to do but to sit down and sing and rock-about my Saro Jane
I’ve got a wife and five little children. Believe I’ll take a trip on the big
Macmillan. Oh, Saro Jane
A guy like me don’t have no home. I make my livin' on my shoulder bone.
Oh, Sara Jane. Oh, Saro Jane. Oh, Saro Jane
Come on and rock-about my Saro Jane
Come on and rock-about my Saro Jane
Oh, there’s nothing to do but to sit down and sing and rock-about my Saro Jane
Woke up this mornin' feeling mighty mean, thinkin' 'bout my good gal in New
Orleans. Oh, Saro Jane
Fireman, keep those boilers hot. I want to reach town by six o’clock.
Oh, Saro Jane. Oh, Saro Jane. Oh, Saro Jane
Come on and rock-about my Saro Jane
Come on and rock-about my Saro Jane
Oh, there’s nothing to do but to sit down and sing and rock-about my Saro Jane
Back’s getting' tired and shoulder’s gettin' sore. Each sack is bigger than the
one before. Oh, Saro Jane
A rock in my stomach and a watchin' my head. Gettin' superstitious 'bout my
pork and bread. Oh, Saro Jane. Oh, Saro Jane
Come on and rock-about my Saro Jane
Come on and rock-about my Saro Jane
Oh, there’s nothing to do but to sit down and sing and rock-about my Saro Jane