| Yonder comes that gal of mine - how d'you think I know? |
| Can tell by that Gingham gown - hangin' down so low. |
| Bake them biscuits, lady - bake 'em good n' brown |
| When you get them biscuits baked - we're Alabam-y bound. |
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| Note. Two Additional verses from: A HOOTIN' HOOTENANY - The Van Dykes |
| 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. |