Lyrics
Canada, where are you?
Way down south where the whale-fish blow
Way down in Florida
The girls all dance to the roll-and-go
When we roll the woodpile down
When I was a young man in my prime
Way down in Florida
I was courting pretty girls two at a time
When we roll the woodpile down
Rolling, rolling
Rolling the whole world 'round
That fine girl of mine's on the Georgia Line
And we'll roll the woodpile down
And now I'm old and getting grey
Way down in Florida
I can only manage one a day
And we'll roll the woodpile down
Rolling, rolling
Rolling the whole world 'round
That fine girl of mine's on the Georgia Line
And we'll roll the woodpile down
We'll haul 'em high and we'll haul 'em low
We'll bust them blocks and away we'll go
Oh, rouse them, buster, is the cry
A poor man's wage is never high
Rolling, rolling
Rolling the whole world 'round
That fine girl of mine's on the Georgia Line
And we'll roll the woodpile down
Rolling, rolling
Rolling the whole world 'round
That fine girl of mine's on the Georgia Line
And we'll roll the woodpile down
Rolling, rolling
Rolling the whole world 'round
That fine girl of mine's on the Georgia Line
And we'll roll the woodpile down
That fine girl of mine's on the Georgia Line
And we'll roll the woodpile down
