
Roll The Woodpile Down

Way down south where the cocks do crow,
Way down in Florida
Them girls all pick on the old banjo
And we’ll roll the woodpile down,
Rollin’, rollin, rollin’ the whole world round,
That round girl of mine’s on the Georgia Line,
And we’ll roll the woodpile down,
Well, when work is done at the end of day,
Way down in Florida
That’s when you hear those banjos play,
And we’ll roll the woodpile down,
Rollin’, rollin, rollin’ the whole world round,
That round girl of mine’s on the Georgia Line,
And we’ll roll the woodpile down,
And when I was young before the war,
Way down in Florida
We had gay times on the Mississippi shore,
And we’ll roll the woodpile down,
Rollin’, rollin, rollin’ the whole world round,
That round girl of mine’s on the Georgia Line,
And we’ll roll the woodpile down,
But now I’m old and getting grey,
Way down in Florida
I can only kiss them twice a day,
And we’ll roll the woodpile down,
Rollin’, rollin, rollin’ the whole world round,
That round girl of mine’s on the Georgia Line,
And we’ll roll the woodpile down,
Well, but what can you do in Tampa bay,
Way down in Florida
But give them pretty girls all your pay,
And we’ll roll the woodpile down,
Rollin’, rollin, rollin’ the whole world round,
That round girl of mine’s on the Georgia Line,
And we’ll roll the woodpile down,
Well, why do them pretty girls love me so,
Way down in Florida
It’s because I don’t tell them all I know,
And we’ll roll the woodpile down,
Rollin’, rollin, rollin’ the whole world round,
That round girl of mine’s on the Georgia Line,
And we’ll roll the woodpile down,
Well, now no more them banjos play,
Way down in Florida
For the good old times they’ve passed away,
And we’ll roll the woodpile down,
Rollin’, rollin, rollin’ the whole world round,
That round girl of mine’s on the Georgia Line,
And we’ll roll the woodpile down,