Death Of Sis Draper

Sis Draper had a guitar player, named Kentucky Sue
 And everywhere ole Sis played, Sue was picking too
 They worked their way from town to town, fiddled their way out west
 And every place she blew through they said she was the best
 They played the dances, played the bars, beneath the Western stars
 Sis was getting on in years, she lived it pretty hard
 Burned both ends of the candle
 And broke many a heart
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 Now out in Old New Mexico
 Snowstorm coming on
 They had thought that they'd just wait it out and play the El Patron
 Now some ole gal with coal black eyes
 Was in a jealous tiff
 She was quite sure her old man was slipping 'round with Sis
 She was a waitress at the El Patron out on the edge of town
 She poisoned Sis's whiskey and Sis just drank it down
 Sis started feeling poorly, so she laid her fiddle down
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 Out behind the El Patron
 They dug a shallow grave
 Laid her down beneath the ground
 With the fiddle in the coffin case
 With the fiddle in the coffin case
 Kentucky Sue played Shady Grove, on her old beat-up guitar
 Tears rolling down her face, she took it pretty hard
 Now somewhere in the distance, you could hear the mission bells
 Some folks go to heaven, and some folks go to hell
 Sis Draper went to Arkansas, and that's all there is to tell