Roll On [o Roll On Little Ocean]
Roll on, little ocean.
Roll on, little ocean, roll.
Roll on, little ocean, roll, little ocean, roll.
My first boat was a holler log,
Floating down a muddy flat.
Stuck my finger in the quick sand,
And what do you think about that?
Second boat was a drift of trees,
Limbs full of water snakes.
I got married to a struttin' matter,
What do you think about that?
Next boat was a packing crate,
St. Paul to New Orleans.
I got married to a wheel stinger,
And what do you think about that?
Fourth boat was a wheely paddler,
Nothing more than a blue canoe.
I made love to a mud turtle,
Well what do you think about that?
Fifth boat was a smoky stacker,
Death trap and nothing more,
I married me a milk goat,
What do you think about that?
Sixth boat was a steamy splasher,
Iron ore to north Duluth.
My wife was a hoteller,
And what do you think about that?
Seventh boat was a diesel driver,
Half Ann out of Newport News.
I got married to a purple shaft,
And what do you think about that?
Eighth boat was a double stack,
Rich folks around the world.
I took up with a dingbat,
What do you think about that?
Ninth boat was a battle wagon,
Big guns both fore and aft.
I married me a smudge gullion,
What do you think about that?
Tenth boat was a life raft,
About like my holler log.
I married me a flying fish,
And what do you think about that?
Last boat was a big shell,
Way down on the ocean floor.
I courted me a ghost galleon,
What do you think about that?
Autor(es): Woody Guthrie
