Sister did the jig and brother beat the drum And baby rocked her dolly baby rocked her dolly
As I sit here in this old folks home my hair is white as snow I remember when I was young again how everything was jolly When sister did the jig...
Well them kids of mine they've all grown up they write every now and then As I read the letters it makes memories of all our fun and folly When sister did the jig...
That wife of mine God rest her soul she's gone on before me I bet she's told the Lord about the times our house was filled with jolly When sister did the jig...
That man across the hall is a lonely man he's never had a family So he asked me to tell him all about my kids when he's feelin' melancholy When sister did the jig... When sister did the jig...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
