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Lyrics for State Of Arkansas by Unknown:
| | | Artist: | Unknown |
| | Album: | Unknown | | Track: | State Of Arkansas | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 180 | | | | Lyrics: | State of Arkansas
(Tune: somewhere between Joe Bowers and a recitation)
My
name is Charlie Brennan, from Charlestown 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 saw,
But I
never knew what mis'ry was till I hit old Arkansas.
I landed in St. Louis with ten
dollars and no more.
I read the daily papers till both my eyes were sore.
I read them
evening papers, until at last I saw
Ten thousand men were wanted in the State of
Arkansas.
I wiped my eyes with great surprise when I read this happy news.
And
straight off I went to see the agent, Billy Hughes.
He said "Pitch me five dollars, and a
ticket you shall draw
To ride upon the railroad to the State of Arkansas.
I started
off next morning at a quarter after five.
I started from St. Louis, half dead and half
alive,
I bought me a quart of whiskey, my misery to thaw
And I got drunk as a boiled owl
when I left for Arkansas.
'Twas in the year of '82 in the merry month of June
I
landed in Ft. Smith on a sultry afternoon.
The air so hot and dusty, my breath I could not
draw
But I got off to see what was in the State of Arkansas.
I dodged behind the
depot, to duck the oven wind.
There I met a walking skeleton, his name was James T.
Glynn.
His hair hung down in rat-tails o'er his long and lantern jaw.
Invited me to his
hotel "the best in Arkansas."
I followed my conductor into his dwelling place.
There
mis'ry and starvation could be seen in ev'ry face.
His bread it was corn dodger, his meat I
could not chaw
But he charged me a half a dollar in the State of Arkansas.
I started
off next morning, in a hard and driving rain.
He says to me "If you will work, I have some land
to drain
I'll pay you fifty cents a day, your board and wash and all
You'll find yourself
a different man when you leave old Arkansas.
He fed me on corn dodgers, as hard as any
rock,
Till my teeth began to loosen and my knees began to knock.
I grew so thin on
sassafras tea, I could hide behind a straw
And, indeed I was a different man when I left old
Arkansas.
So farewell to swamp-angels, to canebreaks and fever chills
Farewell to
sage and sassafras and corn-dodger pills.
If I ever see this land again, I'll give to you my
paw
But it'll be though a telescope, from Hell to Arkansas.
Recorded by Lee
Hayes
@pioneer
filename[ STATEARK
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