Wish I was in bowling greens Sitting in my chair When I'm around my pretty little gal When I'm around my dear, when I'm around my dear Bowling Green,
I came home the other night as drunk as I could be I saw a horse in the stable where my horse ought to be I said to my wife, my pretty little wife, explain
You made me a pallet on the floor Oh, yes, you made me a pallet on the floor When I had no place to go you opened up your door And you made me a pallet
Here I sit on Buttermilk hill Who can play me, cry my fill And every tear and turn of milk Johnny is gone for a soldier I sold my rock, I sold my reel
Three gates to the north and three in the south There's three in the east and three in the west There's twelve gates to the city, Hallelujah Oh, what
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