Sugar Hill

If you wanna get your eye knocked out, if you wanna get your fill
If you wanna get your head cut off, just go to Sugar Hill
Ten cents in my pocketbook, can't you hear it jingle
I'm gonna court them pretty boys as long as I am single

Yea, red bird on the mountaintop and blue bird on the ground
Jay bird in that sugar tree shaking that sugar down
Yonder come that gal of mine, how do you think I know?
I can tell her by her Shoe Fly dress, it comes from Sugar store

Well grab your banjo off the wall, and get your fiddle, Bill
Hitch your horses to the sleigh, we're going to Sugar Hill
If you wanna get your eye knocked out, if you wanna get your fill
If you wanna get your head cut off, just go to Sugar Hill