Guy Clark - Sis Draper Lyrics
Kick your shoes off in the corner mamaTuck the babies all up snugSis Draper's comin' over, we all gonna cut a rugWhen you see that lantern swingin' yonderComin' up the Holler RoadThem dogs'll get to barkin'Ought to tie em all up with a ropeYou boys better get in tuneSis Draper's gonna be here soonDon't shoot no dice nor get too tightIf you're gonna pick with Sis tonightShe came down from the Boston mountainsThere was lightnin' in the airHoney on them fiddle stringsMagnolia in her hairShe's a diamond in the roughIf you can't see the shine that's toughPlay all night for the likes of usSis Draper's got the touchShe'll play all night if she feels like ithave some fruit punch if you spike itSis don't care who don't like itSee, ol' Sis has got a Hell of a bow arm on herShe stepped up and sawed one offAnd uncle Cleve dropped his jawSaid she's the best I ever sawShe must be from ArkansasI think Grandpa used to date herGrandma says she still hates herAll the fellas stand up straighterIn the presence of Sis DraperSis Draper is the devil's daughterPlays the fiddle Daddy bought herPlays it like her mama taught herShe's a travelin' ArkansawyerPut her fiddle in a boxSaid it's getting awful lateShe's on her way to Little RockAnd Little Rock can't waitSo we all stood out in the yardHands all full of watermelonWatcher her leave watched her goWishin' I was in that wagonSis Draper is the devil's daughterPlays the fiddle Daddy bought herPlays it like her mama taught herShe's a travelin' Arkansawyer
