Arkansas

Well, I was born in Arkansas

Come up feeding hogs and bailing straw

Sowing 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 barbeque with my coleslaw

Hey, way back home in Arkansas

Take me back, take me back, take me back to Arkansas

Take me back, take me back, take me back to Arkansas

Take me back, take me back, take me back to Arkansas

Take me back, take me back, take me back to 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 friends that I know

They'll welcome me with open arms

Cause I was born in Arkansas

Take me back, take me back, take me back to Arkansas

Take me back, take me back, take me back to Arkansas

Take me back, take me back, take me back to 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!