Liza up in a 'simmon tree And a possum on the ground Possum said you son of a gun Shake them 'simmons down
Ol' folks down the mountain Grindin sugar cane Makin' barrels of molasses To sweeten Miss Liza Jane
Whoopty Liza pretty little gal Whoopty Liza Jane Whoopty Liza pretty little gal A'ridin' on that train
I went to see my Liza Jane She's standin' by the door Shoes and stockin's in her hand And her feet all over the floor
Would not marry a poor girl I'll tell you the reason why Have so many poor kinfolk Make my biscuits fly
Whoopty Liza pretty little gal Whoopty Liza Jane Whoopty Liza pretty little gal A'ridin' on that train
Whiskey by the gallon Sugar by the pound A great big bowl to put it in Miss Liza to stir it round
Cheeks is like the cherries Cherries like a rose How I like that pretty little girl A'goodness gracious knows
Whoopty Liza pretty little gal Whoopty Liza Jane Whoopty Liza pretty little gal A'ridin' on that train
Head is like a coffee pot Nose is like a spout Mouth is like an old fireplace With the ashes all raked out
Cheeks is like a cherries Cherries like a rose How I like that pretty little girl Goodness gracious knows
Whoopty Liza pretty little gal Whoopty Liza Jane Whoopty Liza pretty little gal A'ridin' on that trainTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
