High on Ouachita

When I found the place where my problems couldn't bother

I took a smoke from a ditch in the holler

Climbed a crag atop a rocky, razor-back ridge

I found myself on the edge of nowhere

I'd tell the joke, but you'd had to be there

My, don't these loblollies sure look full all year?

When I'm high on Ouachita

High as I ever saw the Arkansas

With goldenrod and reindeer lichen

Twist flowers in bloom

Oh, there's just no place I'd rather waste my afternoons

Than high on Ouachita

I'm used to living on the edge of decisions

I'm pretty good in poor conditions

Where I don't ever have to ask permission to be

And the further I drift, the more frequent I dream

When the levee breaks, the mountains scream

It brings me close to the place I'd rather be

That's high on Ouachita

High as I ever saw the Arkansas

With goldenrod and reindeer lichen

Twist flowers in bloom

Oh, there's just no place I'd rather waste my afternoons

Than high, high on Ouachita