The Death Of Sis Draper - Guy Clark

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