Oh Little Liza, Little liza Jane
Oh Little Liza, She got on a train
Oh Little Liza, Little liza Jane
Oh Little Liza, She got on a train

I'll go up on the mountain top
And find me a patch of cane
I'll make me a jug of molasses
For the sweet little liza jane
I'll go up on the mountain top
Without my moonshine still
I'll make a jug of molasses
For just one dollar bill

Oh Little Liza, Little liza Jane
Oh Little Liza, She got on a train
Oh Little Liza, Little liza Jane
Oh Little Liza, She got on a train

Putting on the agony
Putting on the style
That's what all the young folks
Are doing all the while
And as I look around me
I sometimes have to smile
Seeing all the young folks
Putting on the style

We've played this song in Mexico
We've played this song in Spain
We've sung it on the mountains
And we've sung it on the plain
We've sung it in the sunshine
Sung it in the rain
And if we have to sing it one more time
We'll all go blooming insane

Putting on the agony
Putting on the style
That's what all the young folks
Are doing all the while
And as I look around me
I sometimes have to smile
Seeing all the young folks
Putting on the style

We'll the camptown ladies sing this song
Doo-da, doo-da
The camptown race track five miles long
Oh, de doo-da day

I went down south with a pocket full of tin
Doo-da, doo-da
I came back up with my hat caved in,
Oh, de doo-da day

Goin' to run all night
Goin' to run all day
I bet my money on a bob-tailed nag
Somebody bet on the gray

Way down the barn on my kness
Doo-da, doo-da
I thrown a herd of chicken seeds
Oh, de doo-da day

Goin' to run all night
Goin' to run all day
I bet my money on a bob-tailed nag
Somebody bet on the gray

Oh Little Liza, Little liza Jane
Oh Little Liza, She got on a train
Oh Little Liza, Little liza Jane
Oh Little Liza, She got on a train

Her head is like a coffee pot
Her nose is like a spout
Her mouth is like a old hearth place
With the ashes all raked out

Oh Little Liza, Little liza Jane
Oh Little Liza, She got on a train
Oh Little Liza, Little liza Jane
Oh Little Liza, She got on a train

Knees up Mother Brown
Knees up Mother Brown
Under the table you must go
Ee-aye, Ee-aye, Ee-aye-oh 
It's your blooming birthday
Let's wake up all the town
Knees up, knees up
Never get the breeze up
Knees up Mother Brown
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I've sung this old song, and I'll sing it again,
Of the people I met and the places I've seen
Of some of the troubles that bothered my mind
And good lot of people that I left behind

So long, it's been good to know yuh
So long, it's been good to know yuh
So long, it's been good to know yuh.
But a long time since I been home,
And I got to be driftin' along.

I walked down the street to the grocery store
It was crowded with people both rich and both poor
I asked the man how his butter was sold
He said one pound of butter cost two pound of gold

So long, it's been good to know yuh
So long, it's been good to know yuh
So long, it's been good to know yuh.
But a long time since I been home,
And I got to be driftin' along.

On top of old smokey
All covered in snow
I lost my true lover
A-courting too slow

For courting's a pleasure,
And parting is grief,
A false-hearted lover,
Is worse than a thief.

Down in the valley, valley so low
Hang your head over hear the wind blow
 
So long, it's been good to know yuh
So long, it's been good to know yuh
So long, it's been good to know yuh.
But a long time since I been home,
And I got to be driftin' along.












