| G | C | |
| G | oin' on the mountain to sow a little c | ane |
| G | D7 | G | |
| R | aise a barrel of Sorghum, To s | weeten ol' Liza J | ane. |
| Yonder comes that gal of mine, How do you think I know |
| I know by that gingham gown, Hanging down so low |
| Dark cloud's a-risin' - surely a sign of rain |
| Get your gray bonnet on - Little Liza Jane. |
| Bake them biscuits, lady - bake 'em good n' brown |
| When you get them biscuits baked - we're Alabam-y bound |
| When she sees me comin' - she wrings her hands and cries |
| Yonder comes the sweetest boy - that ever lived or died. |
| Now, when she sees me leavin' - she wrings her hands and cries |
| Yonder goes the meanest boy - that ever lived or died. |