Here In Arkansas - Robert Earl Keen

The north wind blows a prairie fire across the open plain

A light shines on the granite stone where someone carved my name

Sister find the preacherman

Daddy call the law

Things have gotten out of hand

Here in Arkansas

An icy ring around the moon a fire across the sky

They buried me this afternoon and left me here to die

Sister find the preacherman

Daddy call the law

Things have gotten out of hand

Here in Arkansas

Sheriff Clark, Reverend Friend, Mrs. Worthington

Told my family that I’d be the end to all they’ve done

Sister find the preacherman

Daddy call the law

Things have gotten out of hand

Here in Arkansas

Mother raised the children and daddy worked the farm

I was born the seventh son of the seventh born

Sister find the preacherman

Daddy call the law

Things have gotten out of hand

Here in Arkansas

All the elders did decree my soul to be unclean

They strapped me to a gurney and gave me morphine

Sister find the preacherman

Daddy call the law

Things have gotten out of hand

Here in Arkansas

Sister walks into the night and prays my soul to save

And underneath the cold moonlight she finds my open grave

Sister find the preacherman

Daddy call the law

Things have gotten out of hand

Here in Arkansas

The north wind blows a prairie fire

Here in Arkansas