(Fred Rose - Cottonseed Clark)

She's my Texarkana baby do I love her Lawdy Law
Her pappy came from Texas her maw from Arkansas
I'm twisted round her finger like a little piece of string
And yet I'm satisfied because she's such a precious thing
If she hauled off and slapped me I wouldn't feel the sting
She's my Texarkana baby.

She's my Texarkana baby do I love her Lawdy Law
Her pappy came from Texas her maw from Arkansas
She's pretty as a picture and you ought to hear her name
It's sweet as sarghum syrup and good ol' blue ribbon cane
She gives me lots of sugar and she never spills a grain
She's my Texarkana baby.

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She's my Texarkana baby do I love her Lawdy Law
Her pappy came from Texas her maw from Arkansas
One night I went to callin' on a pretty little maid
I must admit to you I was a little bit afraid
To offer her a diamond ring with one installment paid
She's my Texarkana baby.

She's my Texarkana baby do I love her Lawdy Law
Her pappy came from Texas her maw from Arkansas
I wanted to get married but she said we ought to wait
Because she's busy breakin' hearts in almost ev'ry state
I guess we'll put it off until she's broken six or eight
She's my Texarkana baby.

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She's my Texarkana baby do I love her Lawdy Law
Her pappy came from Texas her maw from Arkansas
She's got two eyes that twinkle like a good ol' country star
She's got the perfect figure it'll stop you where you are
And every time I look at her I think of my guitar
She's my Texarkana baby.

She's my Texarkana baby.
She's my Texarkana baby...