Saro Jane - The Kingston Trio

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

Come on and rock-about my Saro Jane

Rock-about my Saro Jane

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 living on my shoulder bone

Oh Saro Jane oh Saro Jane oh Saro Jane

Come on and rock-about my Saro Jane

Rock-about my Saro Jane

Oh there's nothing to do but to sit down and sing

And rock-about my Saro Jane

Woke up this morning feeling mighty mean

Thinkin' 'bout my good gal in New Orleans oh Saro Jane

Fireman keep those boilers hot

I want to be in town by six o'clock

Oh Saro Jane oh Saro Jane oh Saro Jane

Come on and rock-about my Saro Jane

Rock-about my Saro Jane

Oh there's nothing to do but to sit down and sing

And rock-about my Saro Jane

Back's getting tired and shoulder's getting sore

Each sack is bigger than the one before oh Saro Jane

A rock in my stomach and a watching my head

Getting superstitious 'bout my pork and bread

Oh Saro Jane oh Saro Jane oh Saro Jane

Come on and rock-about my Saro Jane

Rock-about my Saro Jane

Oh there's nothing to do but to sit down and sing

And rock-about my Saro Jane

Oh there's nothing to do but to sit down and sing

And rock-about my Saro Jane