Well, the old folks, will miss me
when they shout for banger Sam
Cause I'm not a -going to
Well, I left them in the night
when the moon was shining bright
I stuck out with a banjo in my hand
Well, I left my only brother
and my dear old aged mother
And I run away to join this
I'm a -workin' mighty hard,
I'm makin' all the money that I can
When I return to my old home,
I'll sure go back in style,
the old folks will be proud of Banjo Sam
Well, I'm a -savin' every cent
exceptin' what I go and spend
Oh, and I'm a -goin' back
and my dear old ancient mother
They'll say, Welcome home,
Now the cabin which I lived in
And the mockingbird is singing on the tree
I'll build myself a mansion
in that spot that I love well
we will gather round the door
Of that mansion all the kinfolks in a jam
Well, we'll keep the banjo ringing,
we'll be pickin' and a -singin',
they'll be proud of their
