There's A Good Gal In The Mountains Lyrics

I′ll tell you a story of my old gal that I left in the hills
She yodels like the hoot owls and sings like the whippoorwills
She's still waiting for me, she′s the one I'm crazy about
I'm going to the hills and bring my baby out

There′s a good gal in the mountains
Down in Arkansas
I said all the time she would be mine
I′ve done and asked her ma
I know a good old preacher
I've got a brand new ring
I′ll bring my baby out some sunny day next spring

She was raised in the mountains, she's never had a date
She′s kind of corn fed, she never had shoes on her feet
She lives away back in the hills and cuts wood by the cord
And it takes fifty cents to send her a postcard

There's a good gal in the mountains
Down in Arkansas
I said all the time she would be mine
I′ve done and asked her ma
I know a good old preacher
I've got a brand new ring
I'll bring my baby out some sunny day next spring