Stop, Look and Listen

Oh stop and listen, hear those bells a-tone
Now don't you hear me talkin' pretty mama?
Stop and listen, hear those bells a-tone
I found my faro lying on a cooling board

Says today has been a long old lonesome day
Now don't you hear me talkin' pretty mama?
Says today has been a long old lonesome day
Seems like tomorrow, mama going to be the same old way
Mama going to be the same old way

Seems like tomorrow, mama going to be the same old way

Now don't your house look lonesome, when a hearse roll in front of your door
Now don't you hear me talkin' pretty mama?
Don't your house look lonesome, when a hearse roll in front of your door
I found my faro lying on a cooling board

Says and it smokes like lightning, and it faro shine like gold
Now don't you hear me talkin' pretty mama?
Says it smokes like lightning, and it faro shine like gold
I wouldn't have seen her, not to save nobody's soul

Lord then I ain't going down that big road by myself
Now don't you hear me talkin' pretty mama?
Says I ain't going down that big road by myself
If I don't carry you, mama I'm going to carry somebody else
I'm going to carry somebody else

And I followed my faro to the new burying ground
Now don't you hear me talkin' pretty mama?
And I followed my faro to the new burying ground
Watch the pallbearers when they lay my faro down
When they lay my faro down



Credits
Writer(s): Ralph Freed, John Van Eps
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