If I was on some foggy mountain top,
I'd sail away to the West.
I'd sail all around this whole wide world,
to the girl I love the best.
If I had listened to what mama said,
I would not a been here today,
lying around this old jailhouse,
weepin' my sweet life away.
Oh, when you see that girl of mine,
there's something you must tell her :
she need not to fool her time away,
to court some other feller.
She caused me to weep, she caused me to mourn,
she caused me to leave my home.
Oh, the lonesome pines and those good old times,
I'm on my way back home.
Oh, when you go a-courtin,
I tell you how to do,
pull off that long tail roustabout,
put on your navy blue.