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(Damon Black)

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...
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AddedFebruary 7th, 2006
Last updatedMarch 7th, 2022
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