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