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 band's warmin' up and they're playin' Sally Goodin So bring out the jerky and fire up the stew We're gonna have a smoky mountain barbecue (with) Ruby Jane, Ruby Jane She's my knapsackin', flapjackin' Sidetrackin', wisecrackin' Ruby Jane She got a new pair of Sunday britches Her papa cut 'em 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 bury me under the daffodils (with) 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...)