I got a girl in Arkansas, little Liza Jane,
She sleeps in her kitchen with her feet in the hall, little Liza Jane.
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...
Writer(s): Reed Nielsen, Vince Gill
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