Sis Draper had a guitar player named Kentucky Sue
Everywhere ol' Sus played Sue was pickin' too
They worked their way from town to town, fiddled way out west
Every place she blew through they said she was the best
They played the dances, played the bars
Beneath the western stars
Sis was gettin' on in years
She'd lived it pretty hard
Burned both ends of the candle
Broken many a heart
But in ol' New Mexico with a snow storm comin' on
They thought they'd just wait it out
And play the El Patrón
Some ol' gal with coal black eyes
Was in a jealous tiff
She was quite sure her ol' man was slippin' round with Sis
She was a waitress at the El Patrón
Out on the edge of town
She poisoned Sis' whiskey
And Sis just drank it down
Sis started feeling poorly
So she laid her fiddle down
Out behind the El Patrón
They dug a shallow grave
They laid her down beneath that ground
With her fiddle in a coffin case
With her fiddle in a coffin case
Kentucky Sue played Shady Grove
On her ol' beat up guitar
With tears runnin' down her face
She took it pretty hard
Somewhere in the distance
You could hear a mission bell
Some folks go to heaven some folks go to hell
Sis Draper went to Arkansas
That's all there is to tell
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