She promised to meet me while the clock strikes seventeen Down by my stockyard, so many miles away Where string beans and onions sell at seventeen cents a pound She's my freckle-faced consumptive Sara Jane
She is my lady, my baby, she's cross-eye and she's crazy She had a banjo belly, a parrot toe Her grandma made her sleep outdoor Some say her breath was sweet but I'd rather smell her feet She's my freckle-faced consumptive Sara Jane
She is my honey, she got money, she's a good gal but she's funny She got iron hands, crooked feet She don't like fish, but she crazy about me Some say her teeths was false from drinking Epson salt She's my freckle-faced consumptive Sara Jane
Some say her teeths was false from drinking Epson salt She's my freckle-faced consumptive Sara Jane
Some say her breath was sweet but I'd rather smell her feet She's my freckle-faced consumptive Sara Jane