Sis Draper

Kick your shoes off in the corner
Mama, tuck them babies all up snug
Sis Draper's comin' over, and 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

Well, she came down from the Boston Mountains
There was lightnin' in the air
Honey on them fiddle strings
A magnolia in her hair

Now she's a diamond in the rough
If you can't see the shine, that's tough
She'll 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
And Sis don't care who don't like it
Your Sis has got a hell of a bow arm on her

Well, she stepped right up and sawed one off
And Uncle Cleve dropped his jaw
He said, "She's the best I ever saw
She must be from Arkansas"

Well now, I think Grandpa used to date her
Grandma says she still hates her
And all the fellers 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 Mammy taught her
She's a travelin' Arkansaser

Well, she put her fiddle in a box
And said, "It's gettin' awful late"
She is 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
Watched her leave and watched her go
Wishin' we was in that wagon

Sis Draper is the devil's daughter
Plays the fiddle Daddy bought her
Plays it like her Mammy taught her
She's a travelin' Arkansaser