I Saw the Arkansas

The birds sing to hoofbeats, I hum harmonies

On the trail of a hell of a day

Like yesterday, today is like the days before that

Still damned if I don’t find my way

So I ride and ride, from dawn until dusk

I’ll bury my heart if I must

Or lay me by the creek, dear, to eternal sleep

So I’ll finally drift on my way

‘Cause each night, the moon whispers to me

I dream of where I’m to die, been there before

I saw the Arkansas from the levee again

And watched myself drift on away

So bury me beneath them tall pine trees

On the hill where my heart was most still

Amongst the monks of a hard day’s prayer

To keep me and holds me right there

But still, each night the moon whispers to me

I dream of where I’m to die, I’ve been there before

I saw the Arkansas from the levee again

And watched myself drift on away

I've seen myself drift on away