Want to get your eye knocked out?
Want to get your fill?
Want to get your eye knocked out?
Go on to Sugar Hill.

Grab your banjo off the wall
Get your gui-tar, Bill
Hitch your horses to the sled
Goin' to Sugar hill

Gettin' lonesome for my gal
Want a drink of rye,
Goin' down to Sugar Hill
Or know the reason why.

(and you can add verses from Blue-eyed Gal or Bile them Cabbage Down or some versions of Liza Jane.)

(from the singing of John "Dad" Crocket on a long-out-of-print Brunswick record called "Mountain Frolic". Some nice banjo picking.