Arkansas Farmboy - Glen Campbell

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 memories 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 memories 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 memories run wild in this Arkansas farmboy

Who’d give all he owns just to go