Liza Up in the 'Simmon Tree |
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| Liza up in a 'simmon tree. And a possum on the ground. Possum said you son of a gun Shake them 'simmons down. Ol' folks down the mountain Grindin sugar cane. Makin' barrels of molasses To sweeten Miss Liza Jane. Whoopty Liza pretty little gal. Whoopty Liza Jane. Whoopty Liza pretty little gal A'ridin' on that train. I went to see my Liza Jane. She's standin' by the door. Shoes and stockin's in her hand, And her feet all over the floor Would not marry a poor girl. I'll tell you the reason why. Have so many poor kinfolk Make my biscuits fly. Whoopty Liza pretty little gal, Whoopty Liza Jane. Whoopty Liza pretty little gal, A'ridin' on that train.
| Whiskey by the gallon, Sugar by the pound, A great big bowl to put it in, Miss Liza to stir it round. Cheeks is like the cherries. Cherries like a rose. How I like that pretty little girl A'goodness gracious knows. Whoopty Liza pretty little gal. Whoopty Liza Jane. Whoopty Liza pretty little gal A'ridin' on that train. Head is like a coffee pot. Nose is like a spout. Mouth is like an old fireplace With the ashes all raked out. Cheeks is like a cherries, Cherries like a rose. How I like that pretty little girl Goodness gracious knows. Whoopty Liza pretty little gal. Whoopty Liza Jane. Whoopty Liza pretty little gal A'ridin' on that train. |
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