Arkansas
Composer(s): Damon Black
Performer(s): Wilburn Brothers
and multiple other artists



Oh, the bram' bush took the cabin I was born in
And the browry claimed the fields I used to plow
There's a yearnin' in my heart to be going
To that forty acre patch got sewed in sprouts

Arkansas, are your rivers still flowin'
Is your cotton growin', white as snow
Are the squirrels still a barkin'
Up on old Crody's Ridge
Has the girl I been sparkin'
Gone and burned another bridge
Arkansas

I have known the troubles
I was born to know
I have wanted things
A poor man's born to want

And in all my dreams and mem'ries
I go runnin'
Through the fields of Arkansas
From which I sprung

Arkansas, are your rivers still flowin'
Is your cotton growin', white as snow
Do the young men still piddle
With the thought of growin' rich
And slowly turn to old folks
Sittin' whittle'in on a stick
Arkansas

Arkansas