Ruby Jane

You take the high road, I'll take the low
 We'll meet up tonight by the crawdad hole
 Bring an old jug in a burlap sack
 To the sapping party at the sugar shack
 With blackberry pie and huckleberry puddin'
 The band's warmin' up and they're playin' Sally Goodin
 So bring out the jerky and fire up the stew
 We're gonna have a smoky mountain barbecue (with)
 Ruby Jane, Ruby Jane
 She's my knapsackin', flapjackin'
 sidetrackin', wisecrackin' Ruby Jane
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 She got a new pair of Sunday britches
 Her papa cut 'em out and her mama sewed the stitches
 I took her out with a bumblebee
 For a buttercup of dew drop tea
 It's getting dark and the road is long
 I gotta get home by the end of the song
 So take me up in them rollin' hills
 And bury me under the daffodils (with)
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