(Refrain)

Rollin'! Rollin'!
Rollin' the whole world 'round-a!
That fine gal o' mine's on the Georgia line!
And we'll roll the woodpile down!

(Strophe 1)

Away down south where the cocks do crow
Way down in Florida
Them girls all dance to the old banjo
And we'll roll the woodpile down

Oh, what can you do down in Tempa Bay
Way down in Florida
But give them yellow girls all your pay
And we'll roll the woodpile down

(Refrain) 2x

(Strophe 2)

When I was a young man in me prime
Way down to Florida
I'd take them yellow girls two a time
And we'll roll the woodpile down
We'll roll him high and we'll roll him low
Way down in Florida
We'll heave him up and away we'll go
And we'll roll the woodpile down

(Refrain) 2x

(Strophe 3)

My dear old mother she wrote to me
Way down in Florida
Oh my little son, come from the sea
And we'll roll the woodpile down

She sent me money, she sent me clothes
Way down in Florida
I drank the money and I pawned my clothes
And we'll roll the woodpile down

(Refrain) 2x


Rollin'! Rollin'!
Rollin' the whole world 'round-a!
That fine gal o' mine's on the Georgia line!
And we'll roll the woodpile down!
That fine gal o' mine's on the Georgia line!
And we'll roll the woodpile down!