Arkansas

> Well I was born in Arkansas Come up feeding hogs and bailing straw Sorghum fields in mid July It was hot enough to make you fry Way down south from Saginaw Well, I was born in Arkansas Big sister came from Arkansas And she left me with this old guitar The whole family would gather 'round And sing our songs 'til the sun went down I like barbecue with my coleslaw Hey, way back home in Arkansas Well, I'm going back to Arkansas Back down south where I belong I'll find a place to call my own Down by the best friend that I've known They are welcome me with open arms Cause I was born in Arkansas Take me back, take me back Take me back to Arkansas Watermelon! Skinny dippin' too! I got to go back Take me back, hey, yeah! << Transcribed from CD booklet