I lived in a place called Okfuskee    And I had a little girl in a holler tree    I said, little girl, it's plain to see,    There ain't nobody that can sing like me      She said it's hard for me to see   How one little boy got so ugly   Yes, my luttle girly, that might be   But there ain't nobody that can sing like me      Ain't nobody that can sing like me   Way over yonder in the minor key   Way over yonder in the minor key   There ain't nobody that can sing like me      We walked down by the Buckeye Creek   To see the frog eat the goggle eye bee   To hear that west wind whistle to the east   There ain't nobody that can sing like me      Oh my little girly will you let me see   Way over yonder where the wind blows free   Nobody can see in our holler tree   And there ain't nobody that can sing like me      Her mama cut a switch from a cherry tree   And laid it on the she and me   It stung lots worse than a hive of bees   But there ain't nobody that can sing like me      Now I have walked a long long ways   And I still look back to my tanglewood days   I've led lots of girls since then to stray   Saying, ain't nobody that can sing like me.