I got a pig at home in a pen

Corn to feed him on

All I need's a pretty little girl

To feed I'm when I'm gone



Going up on a mountain

To sow a little cane

Raise a barrel of sorghum

Sweet little Liza Jane



Black clouds arising

Sure sign of rain

Put that old gray bonnet

On little Liza Jane



Yonder comes that gal of mine

How do you think I know

Know her 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