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Well I was born in Arkansas
Come up feeding hogs and bailing straw
Sorghum 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 barbecue with my coleslaw
Hey, way back home in 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 friend that I've known
They are welcome me with open arms
Cause I was born in 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!

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Transcribed from CD booklet