Sitting On Top Of The World

by Chester Burnett

One summer day, she went away;
Gone and left me, she's gone to stay.

She's gone, but I don't worry:
I'm sitting on top of the world.

All the summer, worked all this fall.
Had to take Christmas in my overalls.


Going down to the freight yard, gonna catch me a freight train.
Going to leave this town; worked and got to home.