Lived in a place called Okfuskee,
And I had a little girl at a holler tree;
I said, little girl, it's plain to see,
There ain't nobody that can sing like me,
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 little girly, well that might be,
But there ain't nobody that can sing like me,
There 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.
Walked down by the Buckeye Creek,
To see the frog eat the goggle eye bee;
To hear the west wind whistle to the east,
Sayin' there ain't nobody that can sing like me,
There ain't nobody that can sing like me.
Oh, my little girly, won't you let me see,
Way over yonder where the wind blows free;
Nobody can see in a holler tree,
And there ain't nobody that can sing like me,
There 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.
Mama cut a switch from a tree,
And laid it down on she and me;
It stung lots worse than a hive of bees,
But there ain't nobody that can sing like me,
There ain't nobody that can sing like me.