Cat. #1180 (MFH #818) - As sung by O.B. Campbell, Vinita, Oklahoma on August 9, 1971
VERSE 1
My pretty little pink I once't did think
That you and I would marry
Now, I've lost all hope of that
I have no time to tarry
VERSE 2
I'll take my knapsack, on my back
My rifle on my shoulder
I'll march away t' the ole Rio Grande
There I'll be a soldier
VERSE 3
There, coffee grows on tall oak trees
An' th river's flowin' brandy
Th rocks an' hills are coverd with gold
Th girls are sweeter than candy
VERSE 4
Now, th war's all over an' we'll turn back
T' th place where we first started
So, open th ring an' choose another
To relieve th broken hearted