Lyrics Sourwood Mountain - Andy Griffith

Chickens a-crowin' on Sourwood Mountain,
Hey, ho, diddle-um day.
So many pretty girls I can't count 'em,
Hey ho, diddle-um day.
My true love's a black-eyed daisy,
Hey ho, diddle-um day.
If I don't get her I'll go crazy,
Hey ho, diddle-um day.
Old man, old man I want your daughter,
Hey ho, diddle-um day.
Bake me bread, and tote me water,
Hey ho, diddle-um day.
My true love is over the holler,
Hey ho, diddle-um day.
She won't come and I won't bother,
Hey ho, diddle-um day.
I know a girl her name is Weaver,
Hey ho, diddle-um day.
She won't work and I won't neither,
Hey ho, diddle-um day.
My true love is over the River,
Hey ho, diddle-um day.
One of these days I'm gonna go get her,
Hey ho, diddle-um day.
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