Come and listen to a story about a man named RCC
A poor flatlander, barely kept his family fed,
Then one day he was fishin for some food,
And up through the water came sliver crude.

Crappie that is, floppin silver, Arkansas Blacknose.

Well the first thing you know ol RCC's a fisherman,
Kinfolk said "RCC move away from there"
Said "Dardanelle is the place you ought to be"
So they loaded up the truck and moved to Delaware.

Bays, that is. Banjo music with nary a care.


Well now its time to say good by to RCC and all his kin.
And they would like to thank you folks fer kindly droppin in.
You're all invited back a gain to this locality
To have a heapin helpin of their hospitality

Hillybilly that is. Set a spell, Take your shoes off.

Y'all come back to Crappie Camp now, y'hear?.