Lyrics:

Rock-a-bout, rock-a-bout, rock-a-bout

Come on and rock-about my Saro Jane
Rock-about my Saro Jane
Oh, there's nothing to do
But to sit down and sing
And rock-about my Saro Jane

I've got a wife and five little children
Believe I'll take a trip on that big MacMillan
Oh, Saro Jane
A guy like me don't have no home
I make my livin' on my shoulder bone
Oh, Saro Jane, oh, Saro Jane, oh, Saro Jane

Come on and rock-about my Saro Jane
Rock-about my Saro Jane
Oh, there's nothing to do
But to sit down and sing
And rock-about my Saro Jane

Woke up this mornin' feelin' mighty mean
Thinkin' 'bout my good gal in New Orleans
Oh, Saro Jane
Fireman, keep those boilers hot
I wanna be in town by six o'clock
Oh, Saro Jane, oh, Saro Jane, oh, Saro Jane

Come on and rock-about my Saro Jane
Rock-about my Saro Jane
Oh, there's nothing to do
But to sit down and sing
And rock-about my Saro Jane

Back's gettin' tired, and shoulder's gettin' sore
Each sack is bigger than the one before
Oh, Saro Jane
A rock in my stomach and a watch in my head
Gettin' superstitious 'bout my pork and bread
Oh, Saro Jane, oh, Saro Jane, oh, Saro Jane

Come on and rock-about my Saro Jane
Rock-about my Saro Jane
Oh, there's nothing to do
But to sit down and sing
And rock-about my Saro Jane

Oh, there's nothing to do
But to sit down and sing
And rock-about my Saro Jane