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,    ain't nobody that can sing like me   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 little 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 her frog eat the goggle eye bee   to hear that west wind whistle to the east,   there ain't nobody that can sing like me    ain't nobody that can sing like me   oh my little girly will you let me see,    where over yonder where the wind blows free   nobody can see in our holler tree    and there ain't nobody that can sing like me    ain't nobody that can sing like me   her mama cut a switch from a cherry tree    and laid it on to she and me    it stung lots worse than a hive of bees   but there ain't nobody that can sing like me    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 girlies since then to stray    saying, 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