I don't know how I came to know these words or this tune or if they were together when I got them:

CHORUS: Fly around, my pretty little miss. Fly around, my Sadie.
You slighted me and broke my heart. You almost drive me crazy.

Yonder stands my own true love. Reckon how I know?
I can tell her by her underclothes, hangin' down so low.

Yonder stands my own true love. She's all dressed in red.
Next to her, the other girls look like chicken heads.

Yonder sits my own true love a-sittin' in the shade.
It takes a quart of buttermilk to get her biscuits made.

Yonder stands my own true love. She's all dressed in black.
Smokes them Camel cigarettes, fifteen cents a pack.

Yonder goes my own true love, going into town.
The cowboys come to see her dance from fifteen miles around.

Yonder comes my own true love, come to get my money.
She never ever pays me back. She really thinks that's funny.

Yonder lays my own true love. Many times I've told her.
They found her with a grizzly bear a-gnawin' on her shoulder.

Yonder lays my own true love, coffin made of pine.
I was dying for her love. I guess she died for mine.

Yonder lays my own true love, pushin' up the daisies.
I reckon she'll just lay awhile. It ain't because she's lazy.

Chorus after each verse, followed by instrumental break.

Chet