The Wilburn Brothers - Arkansas lyrics

Though the brambles took the cabin I was born in And the briers have claimed the fields I used to plow There's a yearning in my heart to be going To that 40 acre patch God sowed in Stroud Arkansas are your rivers still flowing Is your cotton growing white as snow Are the squirrels still a barking up on Old Crowleys Ridge Has the girl I was sparking gone and burned another bridge Arkansas I have known the troubles I was born to know I have wanted things a poor mans born to want And in all my dreams and memories I go running Through the fields of Arkansas from which I sprung Arkansas are your rivers still flowing Is your cotton growing white as snow Do the young men still fiddle with the thought of growing rich And slowly turn to old folks sitting whittling on a stick