Sis Draper

Lyrics
Kick your shoes off in the corner, Mama Tuck them babies all up snug Sis Draper's coming over We all gonna cut a rug When you see that lantern swinging yonder Coming up the Holler Road Them dogs will get to barking 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 going to pick with Sis tonight She came down from the Boston Mountains There was lightning 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, old Sis has got a hell of a bow arm on her She stepped up and sawed one off 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 traveling 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 Watched her leave and watched her go And wishing 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 traveling Arkansawyer
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Credits
- Writers
- Guy Clark
- Shawn Camp