Sis Draper

Kick your shoes off in the corner mama

Tuck the 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

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

She came down from the Boston mountains

There was lightnin' 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

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

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

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' 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 travelin' Arkansawyer