Kingston Trio Saro Jane Lyrics

Saro Jane Lyrics

Louis Gottlieb



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.



(Chorus)



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.



(Chorus)



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.



(Chorus)