You ought to see my Blue Eyed Sally,
She lives way down on Shinbone Alley,
Number on the gate, number on the door,
The next house over is the grocery store.
Stay all night, stay a little longer,
Dance all night, dance a little longer,
Pull off your coat throw it in the corner,
Don't see why you can't stay a little longer.
Can't go home if you're going by the mill,
'cos the bridge washed out at the bottom of the hill,
Big Creek's up Little Creek's level,
Plow my corn with a double shovel.
Sitting in the window, singing to my love,
Slop bucket fell from the window up above,
Mule and the grasshopper eating ice cream,
Mule got sick so they laid him on the beam.
Grab your partner, pat her on the head,
If she don't like biscuits feed her cornbread,
Girls around Big Creek about half grown,
Jump on a man like a dog on a bone.
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