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

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

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

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

Copyright: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Guy Charles Clark, Shawn Camp