Louis Gottlie

Rock-a-bout, rock-a-bout, rock-a-bout

Chorus:
Come on and rock-about my Saro Jane (Repeat)
Oh, there's nothing to do but to sit down and sing and rock-about my Saro Jane

I've got a wife and five little children Believe I'll take a trip on the big Macmillan Oh, Saro Jane
A guy like me don't have no home I make my livin' on my shoulder bone Oh, Sara Jane Oh, Saro Jane Oh, Saro Jane

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Woke up this mornin' feeling mighty mean, thinkin' 'bout my good gal in New Orleans Oh, Saro Jane
Fireman, keep those boilers hot I want to reach town by six o'clock Oh, Saro Jane Oh, Saro Jane Oh, Saro Jane

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Back's getting' tired and shoulder's gettin' sore Each sack is bigger than the one before Oh, Saro Jane
A rock in my stomach and a watchin' my head Gettin' superstitious 'bout my pork and bread Oh, Saro Jane Oh, Saro Jane

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