Lyrics
Smokey Joe of the Poconos
Gonna get your bow
Gonna hunt for doe
Gotta dress 'er out in the dark of night
Gotta feed my family by the morning light
I got the bones, bones
They're boiling down out back
I gotta a pot o' coffee steamin' on the stove
Takin' the hides to the railway lines
For the tannery in Eastern Monroe
Smokey Joe of the Poconos in the wintertime
You gotta hang the bow
Gotta travel now in the dark of night
Gotta get to cutting trees by the morning light
They got the groves, groves of chestnut oaks
And the hemlocks are fallin' like a breeze
Strip the bark from the pine to boil tannin for hides
For the tannery on Pocono Creek
(Smokey Joe) they know my name
From the Catskill Mountains, up to Lake Champlain
My invitation must be lost in the mail (Smokey Joe)
From the Bowmen of Philadelphia
Smokey Joe, another railroad line
Up to Buffalo, they're haulin' anthracite
They've got the steel work on Ontario
Or the icehouse near Mount Pocono
They got the roads, roads
They're widening through
On the Sullivan and Lackawanna Trails
And the passenger cars are coming up from Hoboken
On the DL&W rails
(Smokey Joe) they know my name
From the Catskill Mountains up to Lake Champlain
My invitation must be lost in the mail (Smokey Joe)
From the Bowmen of Philadelphia (ah)
(Smokey Joe) they know my name
From the Catskill Mountains up to Lake Champlain
(Smokey Joe) they know my name
From Allegheny County to The Finger Lakes
(Smokey Joe) they know my name
I can hunt with a bow, and I'm a jack of trades
My invitation must be lost in the mail
From the United Bowmen of Philadelphia