| Spent many nights with old Jim Bean
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| Woke up to caffeine and nicotine
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| All gon get me, don’t know when
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| Got me before, gon get me again
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| I’m living for my life, I’m dying for my wife
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| In Arkansas
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| Down past is Missouri, old Mizzou
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| The quiet river, flows on through
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| My ma said to my pa
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| Fire up the Thunderbird, let’s head to Arkansas
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| I’m living for my life, I’m dying for my wife
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| In Arkansas
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| Taking mama home
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| Taking mama home
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| Taking mama home
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| Cook up messy, ham hog and beans
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| Pass the turnips, calling greens
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| Back to supper, back to the woods
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| Going down there, get the woods
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| I’m living for my life, I’m dying for my wife
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| In Arkansas
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| Why I’m living, why I can
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| In the fire, frying pan
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| Folks would get me, is aspirating
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| Tell us to wait but we’ve already waited
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| I’m living for my life, I’m dying for my wife
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| In Arkansas
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| Taking mama home
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| Taking mama home
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| Taking mama home
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| Taking mama home |