Kick your shoes off in the corner mama
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Tuck the babies all up snug
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Sis Draper's comin' over, we all gonna cut a rug
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When you see that lantern swingin' yonder
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Comin' up the Holler Road
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Them dogs'll get to barkin'
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Ought to tie em all up with a rope
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You boys better get in tune
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Sis Draper's gonna be here soon
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Don't shoot no dice nor get too tight
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If you're gonna pick with Sis tonight
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She came down from the Boston mountains
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There was lightnin' in the air
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Honey on them fiddle strings
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Magnolia in her hair
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She's a diamond in the rough
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If you can't see the shine that's tough
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Play all night for the likes of us
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Sis Draper's got the touch
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She'll play all night if she feels like it
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have some fruit punch if you spike it
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Sis don't care who don't like it
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See, ol' Sis has got a Hell of a bow arm on her
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She stepped up and sawed one off
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And uncle Cleve dropped his jaw
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Said she's the best I ever saw
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She must be from Arkansas
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I think Grandpa used to date her
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Grandma says she still hates her
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All the fellas stand up straighter
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In the presence of Sis Draper
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Sis Draper is the devil's daughter
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Plays the fiddle Daddy bought her
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Plays it like her mama taught her
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She's a travelin' Arkansawyer
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Put her fiddle in a box
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Said it's getting awful late
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She's on her way to Little Rock
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And Little Rock can't wait
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So we all stood out in the yard
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Hands all full of watermelon
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Watcher her leave watched her go
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Wishin' I was in that wagon
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Sis Draper is the devil's daughter
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Plays the fiddle Daddy bought her
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Plays it like her mama taught her
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She's a travelin' Arkansawyer
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Sis Draper
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| Guy Clark |
