Steve Earle — Sis Draper

[Verse 1] 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'll 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 or get too tight If you're going to pick with Sis tonight She come down from the Boston mountains There was lightning 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, Sis 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 [Chorus] 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 [Verse 2] 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 Watcher her leave, watched her go Wishing I was in that wagon [Chorus] 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