I got a girl in Arkansas, little Liza Jane, She sleeps in her kitchen with her feet in the hall, little Liza Jane. 
CHORUS: Oh! Won’t you... Oh! Eliza, little Liza Jane, 
Oh! Won’t you... Oh! Eliza, little Liza Jane. 
I’m gonna marry her if I can... She loves me ’cause I’m a union man... Heard a speech by the President... 
Wants to put me in a regiment... 
I went to the draft and stood in line... Now I’m a number 609... Said in Congress yesterday... 
"Take the right to strike away..." 
They say that labor camps are fine... To make the young folk toe the line... I can’t marry you today... 
I can’t afford it on my pay... 
Cut the pay and raise the rents... It’s all for national defense... Better make the government change its plan... 
I aim to be a married man... 
Dry your tears, get out your knittin’... I don’t aim to be no bundle for Britain... file from: www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
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