Texarkana Baby

Roy Drusky · Songs of the Cities (Mercury) [1964]

(Fred Rose - Cottonseed Clark)



She's my Texarkana baby do I love her Lawdy Law

Her pappy came from Texas her maw from Arkansas

I'm twisted round her finger like a little piece of string

And yet I'm satisfied because she's such a precious thing

If she hauled off and slapped me I wouldn't feel the sting

She's my Texarkana baby.



She's my Texarkana baby do I love her Lawdy Law

Her pappy came from Texas her maw from Arkansas

She's pretty as a picture and you ought to hear her name

It's sweet as sarghum syrup and good ol' blue ribbon cane

She gives me lots of sugar and she never spills a grain

She's my Texarkana baby.



She's my Texarkana baby do I love her Lawdy Law

Her pappy came from Texas her maw from Arkansas

One night I went to callin' on a pretty little maid

I must admit to you I was a little bit afraid

To offer her a diamond ring with one installment paid

She's my Texarkana baby.



She's my Texarkana baby do I love her Lawdy Law

Her pappy came from Texas her maw from Arkansas

I wanted to get married but she said we ought to wait

Because she's busy breakin' hearts in almost ev'ry state

I guess we'll put it off until she's broken six or eight

She's my Texarkana baby.



She's my Texarkana baby do I love her Lawdy Law

Her pappy came from Texas her maw from Arkansas

She's got two eyes that twinkle like a good ol' country star

She's got the perfect figure it'll stop you where you are

And every time I look at her I think of my guitar

She's my Texarkana baby.



She's my Texarkana baby.

She's my Texarkana baby...