Arkansas chords

[C]Though the brambles took the cabin I was born in

And the [Am]briers have claimed the fields I used to [C]plow

There’s a [F]yearning in my heart to be [C]going

To that 40 acre [G7]patch God sowed in [C]Stroud

Arkan[Am]sas are your rivers still [C]flowing

Is your cotton [F]growing white as [G7]snow

Are the [F]squirrels still a barking up on [C]Old Crowleys Ridge

Has the [F]girl I was sparking gone and [C]burned another [Am]bridge

Arkan[C]sas


I have known the troubles I was born to know

I have [Am]wanted things a poor mans born to [C]want

And in [F]all my dreams and memories I go [C]running

Through the fields of Arkan[G7]sas from which I [C]sprung


Arkan[Am]sas are your rivers still [C]flowing

Is your cotton [F]growing white as [G7]snow

Do the [F]young men still fiddle with the [C]thought of growing rich

And [F]slowly turn to old folks sitting [C]whittling on a [Am]stick

Arkan[C]sas