C
Though the brambles took the cabin I was born in
Am C
And the briers have claimed the fields I used to plow
F C
There’s a yearning in my heart to be going
G7 C
To that 40 acre patch God sowed in Stroud
Am C
Arkansas are your rivers still flowing
F G7
Is your cotton growing white as snow
F C
Are the squirrels still a barking up on Old Crowleys Ridge
F C Am
Has the girl I was sparking gone and burned another bridge
C
Arkansas
I have known the troubles I was born to know
Am C
I have wanted things a poor mans born to want
F C
And in all my dreams and memories I go running
G7 C
Through the fields of Arkansas from which I sprung
Am C
Arkansas are your rivers still flowing
F G7
Is your cotton growing white as snow
F C
Do the young men still fiddle with the thought of growing rich
F C Am
And slowly turn to old folks sitting whittling on a stick
C
Arkansas