Come all 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 and this is the best

An old flop hat with 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

Put it in a corner and cover with a board
Some gets little and some gets none

And this is the way that the Arkansas is run

An old board roof and a puncheon floor
And old pole bedstead and an oak-board door
Sleeping on the slats with a handful of straw
Trying to get along with my mother-in-law

An old blind mule and an old milk cow
A razorback hog and a bull-tongue 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 him to town

Cause the Arkansas girls turned his damper down