Rock-a-bout, rock-a-bout, rock-a-bout.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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