Alvin And The Chipmunks - On Top Of Old Smokey Lyrics
On top of Old Smokey, All covered with snow, I lost my true lover, Come a-courting too slow.For courting's a pleasure, And parting is grief, And a false-hearted lover, Is worse than a thief.She'll hug you and kiss you, And tell you more lies, Than crossties on a railroad, And stars in the skies.For courting's no pleasure, When winter winds blow, Don't want no true lover, All covered with snow.On top of Old Smokey, All covered with snow!