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 On Top Of Old Smokey
(-)
 

   
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25/10/1980 Memorial Coliseum, Portland, ORUnited States
   
   
On Top Of Old Smokey
(-)

On top of Old Smokey, all covered with snow
I lost my true lover, for courting too slow

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

A thief will just rob you, and take what you have
But a false-hearted lover, will lead you to your grave

The grave will decay you, and turn you to dust
Not one boy in a hundred a poor girl can trust

They'll hug you and kiss you, and tell you more lies
Than crossties on a railroad, or stars in the sky

So come ye young maidens, and listen to me
Never place your affection in a green willow tree

For the leaves they will wither, the roots they will die
And you'll be forsaken, and never know why
 
 
 

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