ON TOP OF OLD SMOKEY

  g                                 c                      g
On top of old Smokey all covered with snow
               d                                           g
I lost my true lover from courting too slow
     g                    c                                          g
Now courting is pleasure and parting is grief
                         d                                     g
And a false hearted lover is worse than a thief
   g                    c                            g
So come all  you maidens and listen to me
                      d                                        g
Never place your affections on a green willow tree

For the tree it will wither and the roots they will die   c  g
You will all be forsaken, and never know why  d
On top of old Smokey all covered with snow   g c g
I lost my true lover from courting too slow      d g

On Top Of Spaghetti
On top of spaghetti, all covered with cheese, I lost my poor meatball when somebody sneezed
It rolled off the table, and onto the floor  The last time I saw it , it rolled out the door
It rooled down the driveway and under a bush, and now my poor meatball is nothing but mush
So if you like spahetti, all covered with chees - hold on to your meatball, should somebody sneeze