ROLLING TO CAIRO TOWN

(by Dillon Bustin)

	I'm rolling, flowing, around these hills
	I must take a rest, but this river never will
	Rolling, flowing, to Cairo Town
	Just give me time to lay me down

Boat's up the river, she won't come down
I believe it in my soul, she is water-bound
Back her, slack her, bring her round
Give me time to lay me down

	I'm rolling, flowing ...
	
Come, Rosianna, the boat is lying low
On a sandy bar, out in the Ohio
Roustabouts are pulling, pulling mighty slow
To give me time to lay me down

	I'm rolling, flowing ...
	
I work these steamboats. a dollar bill a day
I buy a dress for Rosianne, drink the rest away
Captain, he just told me to call lead line today
Lord, I got no time to lay me down

	I'm rolling, flowing ...
	
All of the rich folks out on the promenade
Twirl their parasols, drink their lemonade
I got hot steam to drink, I got smokestack for my shade
And I got no time to lay me down

	I'm rolling, flowing ...
	
I load all of this freight by bale and by sack
I slow coonjine the plank, I fast coonjine it back
A hundred eighty pounds a bale, a hundred ninety pounds a sack
Two hundred pounds'd break your back

	I'm rolling, flowing ...

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