As I Roved Out - Sam Amidon

As I roved out

On a cold winter’s night

Drinking all the sweet wine

I spied that girl

Sweet little girl

Who broke this heart of mine

What is it, banjo?

Her cheeks are like some red roses

That bloom in the month of June

Her voice is like some melody

That’s always on some tune

What is it, banjo?

I wish to the lord that I never been born

Or died when I was young

I never woulda kissed your red, ruby lips

Or heard your lying tongue

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What is it, banjo?

Oh, the green, green grass

Trampled under foot

Will rise and bloom again

Oh, love is a killing thing

Did you ever feel such pain?