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
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Arkansas
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Greg Brown |