Arkansas Farmboy

The seventh son born to an Arkansas farmer And a hard workin' mother of twelve Who never could find any time or a dollar That she could just spend on herself I remember things now, that my daddy once told me The old man grew wiser with time And a life on the farm, that in a boy's view was awful Has changed in these same older eyes Oh the weeds have grown high on the farm back in Dixie Where cotton and corn used to grow And the memories run wild in this Arkansas farmboy Who'd give all he owns just to go I recall how grandaddy held me and taught me The melody to "In The Pines" On a five-dollar guitar that led to a fortune I'd trade just to go back in time Oh the weeds have grown high on the farm back in Dixie Where cotton and corn used to grow And the memories run wild in this Arkansas farmboy Who'd give all he owns just to go Oh the weeds have grown high on the farm back in Dixie Where cotton and corn used to grow And the memories run wild in this Arkansas farmboy Who'd give all he owns just to go