(Fred Rose - Cottonseed Clark)      She's my Texarkana baby   Do I love her Lowdy Law   Her pappy came from Texas   Her maw from Arkansas.      I'm twisted round her finger   Like a little piece of string   And yet I'm satisfied because   She's such a precious thing.      If she hauled off and slapped me   I would never feel the sting   She's my Texarkana baby      She's my Texarkana baby   Do I love her Lowdy Law   Her pappy came from Texas   And her maw from Arkansas.      She's pretty as a picture   And you ought to hear her name   It's sweet as sarghum syrup   And good ol' blue ribbon cane.      She gives me lots of sugar   and she never spills a grain   she's my Texarkana baby.      She's my Texarkana baby   Do I love her Lowdy Law   Her pappy came from Texas   And her maw from Arkansas.      One night I went a callin'   On my pretty little maid   I must admit to you   I was a little bit afraid.      To offer her a diamond ring   With one installment pay   She's my Texarkana baby.      --- Instrumental ---      She's my Texarkana baby   Do I love her Lowdy Law   Her pappy came from Texas   And her maw from Arkansas.      She's got two eyes that twinkle   Like a good ol' country star   She's got a perfect figure   That'll stop you where you are.      Why everytime I look at her   I think of my guitar   She's my Texarkana baby...