The Nashville Bluegrass Band
Little White Washed Chimney
Where the Mississippi flowing on the sunny southern shoresAnd the steamboat come a-puffing round the bendThere's a little old log cabin with a grape vine o're the doorAnd a little white washed chimney at the end Oh, I'm going back, yes, going back to the place I love so well To the folks who'll want me all their own again In the little old log cabin with the grape vine o're the door And a little white washed chimney at the endOh, I went away up North where they told me I would findMoney hanging around like apples on a treeBut it was as my sweetheart told me there was nothing of the kindAnd the weather was so cold I thought I'd freeze * RefrainI can see the smoke a-rising from the little chimney topAs it welcomes me and greets me on the breezeThen I will start a-running and I know I'll never stopTill I've landed in that cabin on my knees
From Letras Mania