Sis Draper

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E      A      B       E

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Kick your
E         A      E
shoes off in the corner Mama
B
Tuck the babies all up snug
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  Sis Draper's comin' over,
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we all gonna cut a rug

E
When you
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see that lantern swingin' yonder
B
Comin' up the Holler Road
     E       A      E
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

E
Now
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She came down from the Boston mountains
B
There was lightnin' in the air
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Honey on them fiddle strings
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  Magnolia in her hair

E
Now
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She's a diamond in the rough
B
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

E
She'll
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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
B
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
B
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
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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
B
Said it's getting awful late
      E      A      E
She's on her way to Little Rock
           A          E
And Little Rock can't wait

E
So we all stood out in the yard
B
Hands all full of watermelon
E
Watcher her leave watched her go
A       B       E
Wishin' we was in that wagon

E
Sis
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Draper is the devil's daughter
E         B      E     B
Plays the fiddle Daddy bought her
E        A        E    B
Plays it like her mama taught her
E       A         B    E
She's a travelin' Arkansawyer

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