I got a pig at home in a pen; Corn to feed ‘im on
All I need’s a pretty little girl to feed ‘im when I’m gone.
Goin’ on the mountain to sow a little cane
Raise a barrel of Sorghum, To sweeten ol’ Liza Jane.
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.