Lyrics
Ol'
Joe
Bryson
lived
down
a
dirt
road
in
the
holler
No
use
for
no
license
and
that
automobile
He
got
to
town
on
his
own
two
feet
Tough
stained
hands
from
raisin'
his
cattle
and
t'bacca
And
soft
-hearted
for
the
shiny
clean
Cherokee
hair
Rosalee
could
sit
on
in
her
rockin'
chair
A
dollar
a
day
he
made
at
the
sawmill
by
the
river
And
lost
outta
work
like
everyone
and
taxes
comin'
due
He
heard
the
news
and
you
know
it's
the
truth
Back
in
'29,
back
in
nineteen
and
twenty-nine
He
cried,
Rosalee
I'm
leavin'
at
sunrise
I
heard
'em
talkin'
down
at
the
stockyard
There's
jobs
up
north
and
I
know
it
Rosalee
I'm
walkin'
to
Detroit
Rosalee
I'm
walkin'
to
Detroit
Back
in
'29,
back
in
nineteen
and
twenty-nine
Ol'
Joe
Bryson
sent
money
from
Kentucky
to
the
holler
Soft-hearted
for
the
shiny
clean
Cherokee
hair
Rosalee
could
sit
on
in
her
rockin'
chair'
Back
in
'29,
back
in
nineteen
and
twenty-nine
He
cried,
Rosalee
I'm
leavin'
at
sunrise
I
heard
'em
talkin'
down
at
the
stockyard
There's
jobs
up
north
and
I
know
it
Rosalee
I'm
walkin'
to
Detroit
Rosalee
I'm
walkin'
to
Detroit
Back
in
'29,
back
in
nineteen
and
twenty-nine
Back
in
'29,
back
in
nineteen
and
twenty-nine
The
years
rolled
on
past
the
wheels
on
his
chair
in
the
city
No
use
for
no
license
and
that
automobile
He's
gone
to
heaven
with
his
own
two
feet
He
cried,
Rosalee
I'm
leavin'
at
sunrise
I
heard
'em
talkin'
down
at
the
stockyard
There's
jobs
up
north
and
I
know
it
Rosalee
I'm
walkin'
to
Detroit
Rosalee
I'm
walkin'
to
Detroit
Back
in
'29,
back
in
nineteen
and
twenty-nine
Back
in
'29,
back
in
nineteen
and
twenty-nine
He
cried,
Rosalee
I'm
leavin'
at
sunrise
I
heard
'em
talkin'
down
at
the
stockyard
There's
jobs
up
north
and
I
know
it
Rosalee
I'm
walkin'
to
Detroit
Rosalee
I'm
walkin'
to
Detroit
Back
in
'29,
back
in
nineteen
and
twenty-nine
Back
in
'29,
back
in
nineteen
and
twenty-nine
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