On Top Of Old Smokey Lyrics - Harry Belafonte

On Top Of Old Smokey 

All 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 baby 

She's like bad brandy wine 

The first time I kissed her 

She drove me out my mind 

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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 Eastman 

Lord 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 Eastman 

Down that lonesome railroad track 

If I ever see that Eastman 

I'll shoot him with my gun 

I'll cut him with my long Jones 

And dare that pimp to run 

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Little Liza, little Liza 

I 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 back 

I'll give my life away 

If you ever see a dark cloud 

A-rollin' in the sky 

It's my woman gone to heaven 

With a tear drop in her eye 

On Top Of Old Smokey 

All covered with snow 

I lost my true lover 

For a-courting to slow