Rolling Thru the Straw

Rolling thru the straw, rolling thru the straw
Rolling thru the straw
Won’t take long ‘fore I’m gone
But you know I’ll be gone long
Rolling thru the straw

Ill raise you by a hundred
Ill hang you for a dime
Ill braise you in my skillet
If you break this heart of mine

You ain’t got no golden plaything
On Saturday night you’re fine
But you ain’t the only plough in the field
Cutting up a fancy line

Rolling thru the straw, rolling thru the straw
Rolling thru the straw
Won’t take long ‘fore I’m gone
But you know I’ll be gone long
Rolling thru the straw

I like a Huckleberry
Roast ‘em till they nice and sweet
Lord knows how I pick ‘em
They’ll be the death of me

It’s hi-ho silver in the summer
Heave-ho winter and fall
Hard and fast in the spring time
I love rolling in the straw

Rolling thru the straw, rolling thru the straw
Rolling thru the straw
Won’t take long ‘fore I’m gone
But you know I’ll be gone long
Rolling thru the straw