Here's how I hear Dwyer's "Louisiana Belle":

Beefsteaks when you're hungry,
Whisky when you're dry,
Greenbacks when you're hard up,
Sweet heaven when you die!

        Oh, the new road, a railroad,
        A river or canal;
        My love she is a kicker
        A Lou'siana belle!

When I wake up in the mornin',
And I look up in the sky,
And I hear the n*****s roarin',
Oh, how is that for high?

        Oh, a railroad, a steamboat,
        A river or canal;
        My love she is a kicker,
        A Lou'siana belle!

It's hard to understand. Am least sure about "kicker."