Saro Jane

Rock-a-bout, rock-a-bout, rock-a-bout

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