Well you oughta see my blue-eyed Sally
She lives way down in shin-bone alley
The number on the gate the number on the door
The next house over is a grocery store

Well you can't go home if you goin' by the mill
'Cause the bridge washed out at the bottom of the hill
The big creek's up and the big creek's level
Plow my corn with a double shovel

I was sittin' in the window singing to my love
When the slop bucket fell from the window up above
A mule and a grasshopper eatin' ice cream
The mule got sick and they laid him on a beam

Well grab your gal and pat her on the head
If you don't like biscuits feed her cornbread
The girls up big creek are about half grown
They'll jump on a man like a dog on a bone