Subject: Lyr Add: ARKANSAS SHEIK
From:
Jim Dixon
Date: 21 Apr 02 - 11:13 PM
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ARKANSAS SHEIK
(Clayton McMichen, Riley Puckett)
Come all you Missouri gals, and listen to my noise.
Never you marry an Arkansas boy.
If you do, I'll tell you what it'll be:
Cold cornbread, molasses, and sassafras tea.
When you go a-courting, I'll tell you how to dress:
A buckskin hunting shirt, and this is the best:
An old flop hat with more brim than crown,
An old pair of shoes with the heels run down.
The first thing he does whenever he goes in,
He takes a chew of tobacco and he slobbers on his chin.
The first thing he says whenever he sits down,
"Madam, ain't your johnny-cake a-baking too brown?"
They milk a little brindle cow and sling it in a gourd.
They put it in a corner and cover with a board.
Some gets little and some gets none,
And this is the way that the Arkansas is run.
An old board roof and a puncheon floor,
And old pole bedstead, and oak-board door.
Sleeping on the slats with a handful of straw,
Trying to get along with my mother-in-law.
An old blind mule and an old milk cow,
A razorback hog and a bull-tongue plow.
He had his poke salad and his sassafras tea,
But the Arkansas Sheik is a mystery to me.
Now I've sung you all my song and I guess you're glad it's through.
The Arkansas Sheik is a-feeling kind of blue.
He got drunk and he took him to town,
Cause the Arkansas girls turned his damper down.
[Sung by Clayton McMichen and Riley Puckett on "Hard Times Come Again No More, Vol. 2," Yazoo CD #2037, 1998.]
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