‘Way down south where the cocks do crow
‘Way down in Florida
Them girls all dance to the old banjo
And we’ll roll the woodpile down!
Rollin’! Rollin’! Rollin’ the whole world ‘round
That brown girl of mine’s on a Georgia Line
And we’ll roll the woodpile down!
Oh “rouse ‘em, buster!” is the cry
A sailor’s wage is never high
We’ll haul ‘em high and we’ll haul ‘em low
We’ll bust their blocks and away we’ll go
Oh, why does everyone love me so?
Because I don’t tell all I know
So, one more pull and that will do
‘Cause we’re the boys to kick her through
