You ought to see my blue eyed Sally She lives a way down on Shinbone Alley The number on the gate is the number on the door And the next house over is the grocery store You can't go home if you're going by the mill Cause the bridge washed out at the bottom of the hill The big creek's up and the little creek's level I plow my corn with a double shovel Sitting in the window, singing to my love The slop bucket fell from the window up above The mule and the grasshopper, eating ice cream Mule got sick and they laid him on the beam Grab your gal and a-pat her on the head If she don't like biscuits, feed her cornbread The gals on the big creek about half grown Jump on a man like a dog on a bone