Guy Clark – Sis Draper chords

[Intro]

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[Verse]
EKick your
E         A      Eshoes off in the corner Mama
BTuck the babies all up snug
E     A        E  Sis Draper's comin' over,
E      A     B     Ewe all gonna cut a rug

[Verse]
EWhen you
E         A      Esee that lantern swingin' yonder
BComin' up the Holler Road
     E       A      EThem dogs'll get to barkin'
E               A      B      EOught to tie em all up with a rope

[Chorus]
E        A      E      BYou boys better get in tune
    E        B     E       BSis Draper's gonna be here soon
      E         A       E       BDon't shoot no dice nor get too tight
          E     A         B   EIf you're gonna pick with Sis tonight

[Verse]
ENow
E        A             EShe came down from the Boston mountains
BThere was lightnin' in the air
E     A       EHoney on them fiddle strings
E A        B      E  Magnolia in her hair

[Verse]
ENow
E       A       EShe's a diamond in the rough
BIf you can't see the shine that's tough
E        A             EPlay all night for the likes of us
E   A        B       ESis Draper's got the touch

[Chorus]
EShe'll
E        A        E         Bplay all night if she feels like it
E         B           E      BHave some fruit punch if you spike it
E         A        E     BSis don't care who don't like it
         E       A     B         ESee, ol' Sis has got a Hell of a bow arm on her

[Verse]
E           A      EShe stepped up and sawed one off
BAnd uncle Cleve dropped his jaw
E              A         ESaid she's the best I ever saw
E        A       B    EShe must be from Arkansas

[Verse]
E       A       EI think Grandpa used to date her
BGrandma says she still hates her
E       A      EAll the fellas stand up straighter
E      A        B      EIn the presence of Sis Draper

[Chorus]
ESis
E      A      E       BDraper is the devil's daughter
E         B      E     BPlays the fiddle Daddy bought her
E        A        E    BPlays it like her mama taught her
E       A         B    EShe's a travelin' Arkansawyer

[Verse]
E       A      EPut her fiddle in a box
BSaid it's getting awful late
      E      A      EShe's on her way to Little Rock
           A          EAnd Little Rock can't wait

[spoken]
ESo we all stood out in the yard
BHands all full of watermelon
EWatcher her leave watched her go
A       B       EWishin' we was in that wagon

[Chorus]
ESis
E      A      E       BDraper is the devil's daughter
E         B      E     BPlays the fiddle Daddy bought her
E        A        E    BPlays it like her mama taught her
E       A         B    EShe's a travelin' Arkansawyer