Arkansas, a little medley,
And so it goes like this here, it goes,
Alba turn around, pack your trunk and go,
yes he came back home last night, he say,
I'm going to passenger train,
here's what he say, oh my little honey
I'll get a job if you allow me,
All crapshooters, I will shun
I'd be sad if I were foam
I work both night and day
Please, let me bring my clothes back
Down the track this mornin' she strolled
With an accident her foot got
I'm gonna tell you the truth
A natural lovin' coal man
I'm gonna buy them all cigarettes
I get a pack of when I can
"'Cause matches and troubles
But I never knew what bitterness was
Now I started out one morning
A man, said, you better work for me,
I have some land to drain
I give you fifteen cents a day,
you're washing clothes at all
And I swear you'll be a different man
in the state of old Arkansas
So I worked six months for the rascal,
He fed me old corn dodger.
It was hot as any rock now
My two was all broke looser,
and then it began to fall out
That was the kind of ash cake they had
in the state of old, Arkansas Aria
I travel all around this world
I traveled every land to land
I've traveled all around this world,
now there ain't no use, start no news