The seventh son born,
to an Arkansas farmer,
and a hard workin' mother of twelve.
Who never could find,
any time or a dollar,
that she could just spend on herself.
I remember things now,
that my Daddy once told me.
The old man grew wiser with time.
And a life on the farm,
that in a boy's view was awful,
has changed in these same older eyes.
Oh the weeds have grown high,
on the farm back in Dixie,
where cotton and corn used to grow.
And the mem'ries run wild
in this Arkansas Farmboy.
Who'd give all he owns, just to go.
I recall how Grandaddy
held me and taught me,
the melody to.. 'in the pines'
on a five-dollar guitar
that led to a fortune,
I'd trade just to go back in time.
Oh the weeds have grown high,
on the farm back in Dixie.
Where cotton and corn used to grow.
And the mem'ries run wild
in this Arkansas Farmboy.
Who'd give all he owns, just to go.
Oh the weeds have grown high,
on the farm back in Dixie.
Where cotton and corn used to grow.
And the mem'ries run wild
in this Arkansas Farmboy.
Who'd give all he owns, just to go.