Carry It Home To Rosie Songtext

von Rick Vito

Sometimes I plow the old grey mareAnd then I fly the curlyWhen I make my fifteen centsI carry it on home to Rosie(Chorus)Ooh hoo, ooh well, Lordy LordOoh hoo, ooh well, Lordy LordWe gotta make that money, boysAnd carry it on home to RosieSomebody stole my old coon dogI wish they?d bring him backYou bring them big ones through the fenceThe little ones through the crack(Repeat Chorus)That guy wears the broken shoeThe other guy wears the slipperI don't care what old flat-top saysI'm gonna ride in a Lincoln Zephyr(Repeat Chorus)I asked that gal to marry meBoys what you think she said?Said, ?I would not marry youIf all of the others were dead?(Repeat Chorus)I'm gonna keep on talkin?I ain't gonna sing no moreWhen this one is over boyGonna let all the other ones go(Repeat Chorus)