The Death Of Sis Draper

Sis Draper had a guitar player, named Kentucky Sue

And everywhere ole Sis played, Sue was picking too

They worked their way from town to town, fiddled their way out west

And every place she blew through they said she was the best

They played the dances, played the bars, beneath the Western stars

Sis was getting on in years, she lived it pretty hard

Burned both ends of the candle

And broke many a heart

Now out in Old New Mexico

Snowstorm coming on

They had thought that they'd just wait it out and play the El Patron

Now some ole gal with coal black eyes

Was in a jealous tiff

She was quite sure her old man was slipping 'round with Sis

She was a waitress at the El Patron out on the edge of town

She poisoned Sis's whiskey and Sis just drank it down

Sis started feeling poorly, so she laid her fiddle down

Out behind the El Patron

They dug a shallow grave

Laid her down beneath the ground

With the fiddle in the coffin case

With the fiddle in the coffin case

Kentucky Sue played Shady Grove, on her old beat-up guitar

Tears rolling down her face, she took it pretty hard

Now somewhere in the distance, you could hear the mission bells

Some folks go to heaven, and some folks go to hell

Sis Draper went to Arkansas, and that's all there is to tell