Sis Draper

Kick your shoes off in the corner, mama
 Tuck the babies all up snug
 Sis Draper's coming over
 We all going to cut a rug
 When you see that lantern swinging yonder
 Coming up the Holler Road
 Them dogs'll get to barking
 Ought to tie em all up with a rope
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 You boys better get in tune
 Sis Draper's going to be here soon
 Don't shoot no dice nor get too tight
 If you're going to pick with Sis tonight
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 She came down from the Boston mountains
 There was lightning in the air
 Honey on them fiddle strings
 Magnolia in her hair
 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
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 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, old Sis has got a Hell of a bow arm on her
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 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
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 Sis Draper is the devil's daughter
 Plays the fiddle, daddy bought her
 Plays it like her mama taught her
 She's a travelling Arkansawyer
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 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
 Wishing I was in that wagon
 Sis Draper is the devil's daughter
 Plays the fiddle, daddy bought her
 Plays it like her mama taught her
 She's a travelling Arkansawyer