Roll On John

Traditional

Cynthia Gooding's radio show - 13.jan.1962  

Roll, roll, roll on John, don't you roll so slow
How can i roll when the wheels won't roll?

I asked that girl "Won't you be my wife?"
She fell on her knees, she began to cry

The more she cried, the worse I felt
'Til i thought my heart would melt

I looked at the sun, was a-sinkin' low
I looked at my baby, she was a-walkin' down the road

I looked at the sun, was a-turnin' red
I looked at my baby, but she bowed her head

Don't that sun look lonesome, oh lord lord lord, on the graveyard fence?
Don't my baby look lonesome when her head is bent?

Roll on John, don't you roll so slow
How can i roll when the wheels won't roll

Roll on John, don't you roll so slow
Well how can i go when the wheels won't roll.