Back In '29 - Malcolm Holcombe

Ol' Joe Bryson lived down a dirt road in the holler

No use for no license and that automobile

He got to town on his own two feet

Tough stained hands from raisin' his cattle and t’bacca

And soft -hearted for the shiny clean Cherokee hair

Rosalee could sit on in her rockin' chair

A dollar a day he made at the sawmill by the river

And lost outta work like everyone and taxes comin' due

He heard the news and you know it’s the truth

Back in '29, back in nineteen and twenty-nine

He cried, Rosalee I’m leavin' at sunrise

I heard 'em talkin' down at the stockyard

There’s jobs up north and I know it

Rosalee I’m walkin' to Detroit

Rosalee I’m walkin' to Detroit

Back in '29, back in nineteen and twenty-nine

Ol' Joe Bryson sent money from Kentucky to the holler

Soft-hearted for the shiny clean Cherokee hair

Rosalee could sit on in her rockin' chair'

Back in '29, back in nineteen and twenty-nine

He cried, Rosalee I’m leavin' at sunrise

I heard 'em talkin' down at the stockyard

There’s jobs up north and I know it

Rosalee I’m walkin' to Detroit

Rosalee I’m walkin' to Detroit

Back in '29, back in nineteen and twenty-nine

The years rolled on past the wheels on his chair in the city

No use for no license and that automobile

He’s gone to heaven with his own two feet

He cried, Rosalee I’m leavin' at sunrise

I heard 'em talkin' down at the stockyard

There’s jobs up north and I know it

Rosalee I’m walkin' to Detroit

Rosalee I’m walkin' to Detroit

Back in '29, back in nineteen and twenty-nine

He cried, Rosalee I’m leavin' at sunrise

I heard 'em talkin' down at the stockyard

There’s jobs up north and I know it

Rosalee I’m walkin' to Detroit

Rosalee I’m walkin' to Detroit

Back in '29, back in nineteen and twenty-nine

Back in '29, back in nineteen and twenty-nine