Guy Clark - Sis Draper lyrics

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