Sis Draper

Kick your shoes off in the corner mama
 Tuck them babies all up snug
 Sis Draper's comin' over
 We all gonna cut a rug
 When you see that lantern swingin' yonder
 Comin' up the Holler Road
 Them dogs'll get to barkin'
 Ought to tie 'em all up with a rope
 Now you boys better get in tune
 Sis Draper's gonna be here soon
 Don't shoot no dice nor get too tight
 If you're gonna pick with Sis tonight
 Now she came down from the Boston mountains
 There was lightnin' in the air
 Honey on them fiddle strings
 Magnolia in her hair
 Now she's a diamond in the rough
 If you can't see the shine that's tough
 Play all night for the likes of us
 Sis Draper's got the touch
 She'll play all night if she feels like it
 Have some fruit punch if you spike it
 Sis don't care who don't like it
 See, ol' Sis has got a Hell of a bow arm on her
 Well she stepped up and sawed one off
 And uncle Cleve dropped his jaw
 Said she's the best I ever saw
 She must be from Arkansas
 I think Grandpa used to date her
 Grandma says she still hates her
 All the fellas stand up straighter
 In the presence of Sis Draper
 Sis Draper is the devil's daughter
 Plays the fiddle Daddy bought her
 Plays it like her mama taught her
 She's a travelin' Arkansawyer
 Well she put her fiddle in a box
 Said it's getting awful late
 She's on her way to Little Rock
 And Little Rock can't wait
 So we all stood out in the yard
 Hands all full of watermelon
 Watcher her leave, watched her go
 Wishin' we was in that wagon
 Sis Draper is the devil's daughter
 Plays the fiddle Daddy bought her
 Played it like her mama taught her
 She's a travelin' Arkansawyer