Sam Amidon
Sam Amidon
Sam Amidon
Sam Amidon
Sam Amidon
Sam Amidon
Sam Amidon
Sam Amidon
Sam Amidon
Sam Amidon
Sam Amidon
Sam Amidon
Sam Amidon
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-sinking low
My baby, she was a-walkin' down the road
I looked at the sun, Lord, it was a-turning red
I looked at my baby, but she bowed her head
The sun looks lonesome on the graveyard fence
My baby looks 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
How can I roll when the wheels won't roll?