Big Piney

Mama painted her up Papa sold apple shine
Taught her to smile while the night birds cried
Out on Big Piney is where they broke her heart
They laid her down in a drunkard's arms

Hair long and curly, eyes a deep dark brown
Her skin shown pale thru her silk night gown
Menfolk called her "Queenie", She held her head up high
While they took their turn 'neath a starry sky

For a silver dollar a man could spend some time
With the shiner's daughter not much more than a child

He rode a gaited Morgan when he came to call
When she caught his eye he was drinking from a mason jar
He'd been off this mountain he had the world by the tail
She set her sights on his sawmill pay

For a silver dollar a man could spend some time
With the shiner's daughter not much more than a child

She played her hand like a royal flush
Held her secret tight he never called her bluff
On the back of that Morgan she rode into town
Sitting side saddle in white wedding gown

He called her Queenie she held her head up high
She ain't the shiner's daughter she's a gentleman's wife