Letra On top of old smokey Harry Belafonte

On top of old smokey

On top of old SmokeyAll covered with snow
I lost my true lover
For a courting to slow Yes courting's a pleasure
And parting is grief
And a false hearted lover
Is worse than a thief She'll kiss you, she'll hug you
And tell you more lies
Than the cross ties on a railroad
Or the stars in the sky Let me tell you 'bout my babyShe's like bad brandy wine
The first time I kissed her
She drove me out my mind She's a Baltimore special
Got a fine brown frame
When you see her in motion
Evil woman is her name Did I tell you 'bout the EastmanLord what a shame
He run off with my baby
And scandalized my name Well I went up on a mountain top
To call my baby back
She was gone with that EastmanDown that lonesome railroad track If I ever see that EastmanI'll shoot him with my gunI'll cut him with my long JonesAnd dare that pimp to run Little Liza, little LizaI couldn't sleep last night
Come on back home baby
Everything will be all right Let me tell you, let me tell you
I don't care what you say
If my woman ever comes backI'll give my life away If you ever see a dark cloudA-rollin' in the skyIt's my woman gone to heaven
With a tear drop in her eye On top of old SmokeyAll covered with snow
I lost my true lover
For a-courting to slow