Saro Jane — текст песни (Kingston Trio)

Louis Gottlieb

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

Chorus:
Come on and rock-about my Saro Jane. (Repeat)
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.

(Chorus)

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.

(Chorus)

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.

(Chorus)