Comin' Round The Mountain Lyrics
Comin' 'Round the Mountain
She'll be comin' round the mountain, charmin' Betsey
She'll be comin' round the mountain, Cora Lee;
Oh, if I never see you any more,
Just look at my ring an' think of me.
(or, Dear Lord, remember me.)
A rich man lives in a big brick house,
A poor man does the same,
I live down in the old county jail,
Lord, a brick house just the same!
A rich girl drives a big limmerseen,
A poor girl does the same;
My girl drives a model T Ford,
Lord, she's ridin' just tbe same!
From Ozark Folksongs, Randolph
collected from Fred Painter, MO, 1941
Recorded by Roy Acuff
Note: one of very many variations on the theme. Sometimes it's
rich/poor; sometimes black/white/brown; sometimes
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