| Where the Arkansas River leaves Oklahoma
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| It runs free and rambles, muddy and wide
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| Where the Arkansas River leaves Oklahoma
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| It’s gone forever and never looks back
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| I met her in Stillwell, she just turned twenty
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| A spirited beauty like I’ve never known
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| And me a dirt farmer who lived by the river
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| But she said she loved me and the free life I owned
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| We married in April and lived by the river
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| We worked that land from spring 'til the fall
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| But I guess when the winter howled at our window
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| She couldn’t help hearing that wild river call
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| Where the Arkansas River leaves Oklahoma
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| It runs free and rambles, muddy and wide
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| Where the Arkansas River leaves Oklahoma
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| It’s gone forever and never looks back
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| She tried to conquer that wild rage within her
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| But something too strong ran deep in her soul
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| But I know she loved me, she cried like a baby
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| That cold winter evening she answered the call
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| Where the Arkansas River leaves Oklahoma
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| It runs free and rambles, muddy and wide
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| Where the Arkansas River leaves Oklahoma
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| It’s gone forever and never looks back. |