Sis Draper Lyrics - Guy Clark

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