Bob Wills - Texarkana Baby lyrics

She's my Texarkana baby, do I lover her Lawdy Law Her pappy came from Texas and her maw from Arkansaw 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 would never feel the sting She my Texarkana baby She's pretty as a picture and you ought to hear her name It's sweet as sorghum syrup and good ol' Blue Ribbon cane She gives me lots of sugar and she never spills a grain She's my Texarkana baby One night I went a callin' on my 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