I got a pig home in a pen
Corn to feed him on
All I need's a pretty little girl
to feed him when I'm gone
Goin up on the mountain
to sow a little cane
Put that old Grey bonnet on
on little Liza Jane
Goin up on the mountain
to sow a little cane
Raise a barrel of sorghum
Sweet little Liza Jane
Dark clouds a' rising
Sure sign of rain
Get your old grey bonnet on
Sweet little Liza Jane
Yonder comes that gal of mine
How do you think I know?
Tell by that gingham gown
Hanging down so low
Bake them biscuits, baby
Bake 'em good and brown
When you get them biscuits baked
We're Alabama Bound