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作词:Mitch Miller

作曲:Mitch Miller

所属专辑:Greatest Hits

歌词

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I've Got Sixpence/I've Been Workin' On The Railroad/That's Where My Money Goes

Mitch Miller

I've got sixpence

Jolly, jolly sixpence

I've got sixpence to last me all my life

I've got tuppence to spend

And tuppence to lend

And tuppence to send home to my wife-poor wife.

(CHORUS)

No cares have I to grieve me

No pretty little girls to deceive me

I'm happy as a king believ-ee-ve me

As we go rollin’, rollin’ home

Rollin’ home

(rolling home)

Rolling home

(rolling home)

By the light of the silvery moo-oo-oo-on

Happy is the day when a soldier gets his pay

As we go rollin’, rollin’ home.

I've been working on the railroad

All the live-long day.

I've been working on the railroad

Just to pass the time away.

Don't you hear the whistle blowin’?

Rise up so early in the morn;

Don't you hear the captain shoutin’?

"Dinah, blow your horn!"

Dinah, won't you blow,

Dinah, won't you blow,

Dinah, won't you blow your hor-or-rn?

Dinah, won't you blow,

Dinah, won't you blow,

Dinah, won't you blow your horn?

Someone's in the kitchen with Dinah

Someone's in the kitchen I kno-oo-oo-ow

Someone's in the kitchen with Dinaaaaah

Strummin' on the old banjo!

And singin' fee, fie, fiddly-i-o

Fee, fie, fiddly-i-o-o-o-o

Fee, fie, fiddly-i-ooooooooo

Strummin' on the old banjo.

That’s where my money goes

To buy my Baby clothes

I buy her everything

To keep her in style,

Well, well, well

She’s worth her weight in gold

I love the la-a-dy

Say, boys, that’s where my money goes.

Goes, goes, goes.

She’s got a pair a’ hips,

Just like two battleships

I buy her everything

To keep her in style,

Well, well, well.

She wears silk underwear

I wear my last year’s pair

Say, boys, that’s where my money goes.

Goes, goes, goes.

I've got no-pence

Jolly. jolly no-pence

I've got no-pence to last me all my life

I've got no-pence to spend

And no-pence to lend

And no-pence to send home to my wife-poor wife.

(CHORUS)

No cares have I to grieve me

No pretty little girls to deceive me

I'm happy as a king believ-ee-ve me

As we go rollin’, rollin’ home

Rollin’ home

(rollin’ home)

Rollin’ home

(rollin’ home)

By the light of the silvery moo-oo-oo-on

Happy is the day when a soldier gets his pay

And he goes

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