Arkansas

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