(Repeat the last line of each lyric)
Come all of 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, this is the best
An old flop hat 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 a little and some gets none
This is the way that the Arkansas 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 the mother-in-law
An old blind mule and an old milk cow
A razorback hog and a bull-towed 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 into town
Cause the Arkansas gal turned his damper down
