Odetta Holmes - On Top Of Old Smoky

On top of old Smokie, all covered in snow,
I lost my true lover, by courtin' too slow
On top of old Smokie, I went there to weep
For a false hearted lover, is worse than a thief

A thief he will rob you, and take what you save
But a false hearted lover, will put you in your grave
On top of old Smokie, all covered in snow
I lost my true lover, by courtin' too slow

They'll hug you and kiss you, then tell you more lies
Than the crossties on the railroad, or the stars in the skies
On top of old Smokie, all covered in snow
I lost my true lover, by courtin' too slow