I'll tell you
a story of my old gal
That I left in the hills
She yodels like the hoo -dowls
And sings like the whippoorwills
She's still waiting for me,
she's the one I'm crazy about
I'm going to the hills
and bring my baby out
There's a good gal in the mountains
down in Arkansas
I said all time she would be mine
I've done an ask them all.
I know a good old preacher.
I've got a brand new ring.
I'll bring my baby out
some sunny day next spring.
Oh, Liddy, Liddy, Liddy, Liddy,
Liddy
She was raised in the mountains,
she's never had a date
She's kinda con -fed,
she never had shoes on her feet
She lives away back in the hills
and cuts wood by the cord
And it takes fifty cents
to send her a postcard
There's a good gal
in the mountains
Down in Arkansas
I said all the time she would be mine
I've done and asked her mall
I know a good old preacher
I've got a brand new ring
I'll bring my baby out
some sunny day next spring
Oh, lady, lady, lady, lady