Roll old Jeremiah. Roll it all night long. Roll old Jeremiah. The fox jumps over the hollow log. . Wave goodbye to Albuquerque. Say hello Sioux City Falls.
The wine may have gone sour. But you can't blame the band. Like you can't blame the locusts. For drought on the land. . You can't blame the sea. 'Cause it's full of your tears.
Rosalee you little country thang. Sure 'nuff know, how to make me smile. You like the jangle, of my tambourine. Won't you stay a little while. . Rosalee, sugar sweet.