Songtext von Arkansas

Though the brambles took the cabin i was born in And the briers reclaim the fields i used to plow There's a yearning in my heart to be going To that forty acre patch god sow in sprouts Arkansas are your rivers still flowing Is your cotton growing white as snow Are the squirrels a barking upon old crowley's ridge Has the girl i was sparking on gone and burned another bridge Arkansas 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 memories i go running Through the fields of arkansas from which i stroll Arkansas are your rivers still flowing Is your cotton growing white as snow Do the young men still piddle with the thought of growing rich And slowly turn the old folks sittin' whittling on a stick Arkansas arkansas