Oh, rock by, my Saro Jane. Rock by my Saro Jane. Nothin' to do but sit around and sing. Rock by, my Saro Jane. . Now, Ive got a gal whos sweet to me. She lives down in Tennessee, oh Saro Jane.
I'm just waitin' for the time to come when all sorrow will be done. Then I'm be goin' home to heaven above. Then I'll shout and sing with the angels up there.
When it's decoration day up in Heaven. There's a bouquet I'm longing to see. There's a flower somewhere in this bouquet. And means all the world to me.
There's a cabin in the pines in the hills of Caroline. And a blue eyed girl is waiting there for me. I'll be going back some day and from her I'll never stray.
Have you heard the many a story. Told by old and young with joy. 'Bout the many deeds of daring. That was done by the Johnson boys. That was done by the Johnson boys.
One night as I rambled down by the sea shore. And wind, it did whistle and the waters did roar. I heard a fair maiden make a pitiful sound. It sounded so lonesome in the waters around.
Down in the valley, the valley so low. Hang your head over, hear the wind blow. Hear the blow, hear the wind blow. Hang your head over, hear the wind blow.
I was a stranger, brother, right in sin. Didn't even have the love of God within. But now I've found Him and I'm glad to say. I love my Saviour more everyday.