In the Ozark town of Fayetteville lives a girl named Lizzie She runs an eat shop on the block she always gives good gimmie She serves a meal that comes 'tween tasty buns you couldn't resist but trying Every day down on Dickson Street you can hear Ms. Lizzie crying Oh my beedle um bum Come and see me if you ain't had none. Make a dumb man holler make a lame man run You'll be sorry if you don't get some Oh my beedle um bum, my beedle um bum, Best beedle um in the hills of Arkansas Every day about ten o'clock She goes down to Frisco station And all the folks coming into town She gives a little invitation. Beedle um hot, beedle um cold She sho' keep it selling! And every day down on Dickson Street You can hear Ms. Lizzie yelling Oh my beedle um bum Come and see me if you ain't had none Cause it ain't too small and it ain't too wide Just a comfortable medium size My beedle um bum, Oh my beedle um bum, best beedle um in the hills of Arkansas I was singing this ditty when Lizzy's man Came round with his 45 He said any man insults my gal won't be leaving here alive. Well I'm just singing about a sandwich, brother I never mean to be unkind. If you think this song's about something else You might have a dirty mind

Oh my beedle um bum Come and see me if you ain't had none. Make a sad man happy make a meek man roar Get a little bit and you'll want some more of my my beedle um bum, my beedle um bum, Best beedle um in the hills of Arkansas G/// G/D/ D/// D/G/ x2 G/// C/// D/// G (strum upstroke and stop) G/// C/// D/// G///