The Whole World Round
Joe Stuart / Mitch Jayne
I heard my neighbor's rooster crow early in the day.
I heard his ax beyond the hill and now I'm bound away.
Fiddle and a bow in the firelight's glow.
Can't you hear that lonesome sound?
I leave behind my trouble in mind,
Go the whole world round.
Now some men like the city life, some men crave the town,
I'm bound away for the Arkansas woods, where I'll settle down.
The grey squirrel leaves when the red squirrel comes, the eagle nests alone.
A hundred miles from a wagon track is where I'll make my home.
Possible additional verse:
I've seen the old men whittling wood, I've seen the streets of town.
I'll pack my goods for the lonesome woods, and there I'll settle down.