IN ARKANSAS

Oh the taters they grow small in Arkansas, (2x)
Oh the taters they grow small,
For they dig 'em in the fall,
An' they eat 'em tops an' all in Arkansas.

Oh the chickens they grow tall in Arkansas, (2x)
Oh the chickens they grow tall
An' their meat is full of gall,
An' they eat 'em guts an' all in Arkansas.

Oh they bake a polecat pie in Arkansas, (2x)
Oh they bake a polecat pie,
An' the crust is made of rye,
You must eat it if you die in Arkansas.

Oh they chaw terbacker thin in Arkansas, (2x)
Oh they chaw terbakker thin,
An' it runs down on their chin,
An' they wipe it off ag'in in Arkansas.

Oh I'd like to be a geese in Arkansas, (2x)
Oh I'd like to be a geese,
So I'd live an' die in peace,
An' accumulate some grease in Arkansas.

Mrs. C. O. Foster, MO, 1924. From Randolph, Ozark Folksongs, vol. 3, p. 18-19 with music.

Oh the candles they are small in Arkansas, (2x)
Oh the candles they are small,
For they dips 'em lean an' tall,
An' they burns 'em sticks an' all in Arkansas.

Oh the roosters they lay eggs in Arkansas, (2x)
Oh the roosters they lay eggs,
A big as whiskey kegs,
An' there's whiskers on their legs in Arkansas.

Anon. inmate, jail house in Carthage, MO, 1923.
From Randolph, Ozark Folksongs, vol. 3, p. 19.