| Lyrics: | Rolling to Cairo Town or Roustabout Song
I'm rolling, flowing, around these hills
I must take a rest, but this river never will
Rolling, flowing, to Cairo Town
Just
give me time to lay me down
Boat's up the river, she won't come down
I believe it in
my soul, she is water-bound
Back her, slack her, bring her round
Give me time to lay me
down
Come, Rosianna, the boat is lying low
On a sandy bar, out in the
Ohio
Roustabouts are pulling, pulling mighty slow
To give me time to lay me
down
I work these steamboats. a dollar bill a day
I buy a dress for Rosianne, drink
the rest away
Captain, he just told me to call lead line today
Lord, I got no time to lay
me down
All of the rich folks out on the promenade
Twirl their parasols, drink their
lemonade
I got hot steam to drink, I got smokestack for my shade
And I got no time to lay
me down
I load all of this freight by bale and by sack
I slow coonjine the plank, I
fast coonjine it back
A hundred eighty pounds a bale, a hundred ninety pounds a sack
Two
hundred pounds'd break your back
@work @river @Ohio @midwest
collected by Dillon
Bustin
filename[ CAIROTON
SF
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