Lyrics: Carry It Home To Rosie

Sometimes I plow the old grey mare
And then I fly the curly
When I make my fifteen cents
I carry it on home to Rosie

(Chorus)

Ooh hoo, ooh well, Lordy Lord
Ooh hoo, ooh well, Lordy Lord
We gotta make that money, boys
And carry it on home to Rosie

Somebody stole my old coon dog
I wish they’d bring him back
You bring them big ones through the fence
The little ones through the crack

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That guy wears the broken shoe
The other guy wears the slipper
I don’t care what old flat-top says
I’m gonna ride in a Lincoln Zephyr

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I asked that gal to marry me
Boys what you think she said?
Said, “I would not marry you
If all of the others were dead”

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I’m gonna keep on talkin’
I ain’t gonna sing no more
When this one is over boy
Gonna let all the other ones go

(Repeat Chorus)