Sis Draper

Clark Guy

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