Oh,
Roland Jones
Take
your time
Cause I've lost out
And I can't make mine
I asked that girl
To be my wife
Straight down she said
And she began to cry
The longer she cried
The
worst I felt
Till I thought to my soul
My heart would melt Well, ain't that enough
To break my heart
To think our love
So far apart
And ain't it enough
To
kill me dead
Those pretty blue eyes
And that curly hair
I dreamed last night
That my love was dead
She died with a gold
chain around her leg Well, one of these days
It won't be long
I'll sing you my farewell song
Oh, I tell you that day
It's coming on
You'll call my name And I'll be gone
Well, I wish to the Lord
That one would blow
Cause I'm so tired Of this railroad Oh,
Roland,
buddy
And make your time
Cause I'm broke down
And I can't make mine