เพลง On Top of Old Smokey

On Top of Old Smokey (在老护林熊的头顶) - Harry Belafonte

On top of old Smokey

All covered with snow

I lost my true lover

For a courting to slow

Yes courting's a pleasure

Parting is grief

And a false hearted lover

Is worse than a thief

She'll kiss you she'll hug you

Tell you more lies

Than the cross ties on a railroad

Or the stars in the sky

Let me tell you 'bout my baby

She's like bad brandy wine

The first time I kissed her

She drove me out my mind

She's a Baltimore special

Got a fine brown frame

When you see her in motion

Evil woman is her name

Did I tell you 'bout the Eastman

Lord what a shame

He run off with my baby

And scandalized my name

Well I went up on a mountain top

To call my baby back

She was gone with that Eastman

Down that lonesome railroad track

If I ever see that Eastman

I'll shoot him with my gun

I'll cut him with my long Jones

And dare that pimp to run

A little Liza little Liza

I couldn't sleep last night

Come on back home baby

Everything will be all right

Let me tell you let me tell you

I don't care what you say

If my woman ever comes back

I'll give my life away

If you ever see a dark cloud

Rollin' in the sky

It's my woman gone to heaven

With a tear drop in her eye

On top of old Smokey

All covered with snow

I lost my true lover

For a-courting to slow