You take the high road

I'll take the low

We'll meet up tonight

By the crawdad hole

Bring an old jug in a

Burlap sack

To the sapping party

At the sugar shack

With blackberry pie and

Huckleberry puddin'

The bands warmin' up and

They're playin' sally goodin

So bring out the jerky

And fire up the stew

We're gonna have an smoky

Mountain barbecue with

Ruby jane ruby jane

She's my knappsackin flapjackin

Sidetrackin wisecrackin ruby jane

She got a new pair of sunday britches

Her papa cut them out and

Her mama sewed the stitches

I took her out with a bumblebee

For a buttercup of dew drop tea

It's getting dark and the road is long

I gotta get home by the end of the song

So take me up in them rollin' hills

And burry me under the daffodils with

Ruby jane ruby jane

She's my knappsackin flapjackin

Sidetrackin wisecrackin ruby jane

Hardest work I ever done

Was working on the farm

Easiest work I ever done

Was swinging in my true

Love's arm and that was my

Ruby jane ruby jane

She's my knappsackin flapjackin

Sidetrackin wisecrackin ruby jane