Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song State of Arkansas, artist - The Weavers.
Date of issue: 01.04.2021
Song language: English
State of Arkansas |
My name is Charlie Brennan, from Charleston I come |
I’ve traveled this wide world over, some ups and downs I’ve had |
I’ve traveled this wide world over, some ups and downs I’ve saw |
But I never really knew what misery was till I hit old Arkansas |
Got off the train in Little rock in the middle of winter |
Nobody there to extend to me his paw |
Or bid me welcome to this State of Arkansas |
And it was cold |
I dodged behind the depot to dodge that blizzard wind |
I met a walking skeleton, he said his name was Thomas Quinn |
Well, his hair hung down in rat-tails on his lean and lantern jaw |
He invited me to his hotel, he said it was the best in Arkansas |
I followed my conductor to his respective place |
Where pity and starvation were to be seen on every face |
Well, his bread it was corn dodger and his meat I could not chaw |
But he charged me a half a dollar in the State of Arkansas |
And I went out and got me a job on a farm, farming |
But I didn’t care for the work or the farmer |
Or his wife and none of his children |
So I went up to him one day and I said |
«Mister I’m gonna quit this job and you can just pay me off right now» |
He says, «Okay son, if that’s the way you feel about it» |
And he took me out in the barn and he handed me a mink skin |
I said, «I don’t want this thing I want my money |
For the work I’ve done» |
He said, «Son, you may not know it but mink’s skin is |
What we’re using for currency down here now» |
So I took it, when into town, hunted up a place |
Put my mink skin up on the counter and turned |
If the bartender didn’t toss me a pint |
And he picked up my mink skin, blowed the hair back on it |
Put it under the counter, fetched me out fourteen rabbit skins and |
Three possum hives for change |
I’m going to the Indian territory and live outside the law |
I’ll bid farewell to the kin bricks in the State of Arkansas |
If you ever see me back again, I’ll give to you my paw |
But it’ll be though a telescope from Hell to Arkansas |