Letras de Saro Jane

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

Come on and rock-about my Saro Jane
Rock-about my Saro Jane
Oh, there′s nothin' 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 that big MacMillan
Oh, Saro Jane
A guy like me don't have no home
I make my livin′ on my shoulder bone
Oh, Saro Jane, oh, Saro Jane

Oh, Saro Jane
Come on and rock-about my Saro Jane
Rock-about my Saro Jane
Oh, there′s nothin' to do but to sit down and sing
And rock-about my Saro Jane

Woke up this mornin′ feelin' mighty mean
Thinkin′ 'bout my good gal in New Orleans
Oh, Saro Jane
Fireman, keep those boilers hot
I wanna be in town by six o′clock
Oh, Saro Jane, oh, Saro Jane

Oh, Saro Jane
Come on and rock-about my Saro Jane
Rock-about my Saro Jane
Oh, there's nothin' to do but to sit down and sing
And rock-about my Saro Jane

Backs gettin′ tired and shoulders gettin′ sore
Each sack is bigger than the one before
Oh, Saro Jane
Clockin' my stomach and watchin′ my head
Gettin' superstitious ′bout my pork and bread
Oh, Saro Jane, oh, Saro Jane

Oh, Saro Jane
Come on and rock-about my Saro Jane
Rock-about my Saro Jane
Oh, there's nothin′ to do but to sit down and sing
And rock-about my Saro Jane

Oh, there's nothin' to do but to sit down and sing
And rock-about my Saro Jane