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         D    A        E      D
She said 85 years have fairly flown
    D               A             E             F#m
They called me last night said my brother passed on
  D          A          E             D
I cried for a while and stared at the wall
               D        A         E        A
?Cause there?s no one I know left in Arkansas

      E                       D
I can still see the five of us climb out the window
F#m                           E
To lay on the porch roof that night, in the summer time
E                      D
Mama would line us all up on a Saturday
F#m                          E
To each have our turn in the tub
                 D
She said that was Arkansas

     A                    D        A          E       D
When she was young we had kerosene nights and innocent days
      D          A            E        F#m
Never dreamed we all would go separate ways
              D            A           E             D
But with each passing or a baby came a long distance call
      D             A       E         A
And we?d all make the trip back to Arkansas

        E                        D
I could still see my brothers in the faces of old man
   F#m                     E
We talked about horses and things we were missing
        E                         D
Like the smell of a hay field the slow rolling thunder
    F#m                         E
And thinking that nothing would change
                  D
Yeah just like Arkansas

      A                      G                    Bm
In her younger days she said time is a river that rolls on forever
    A                               E
You can?t stop at the shore line to admire the view
       G                      Bm
So you pack up your memories, pressed them like flowers
     C                        B
?Till all that is left here is you
     E      D     A
And Arkansas

    E                            D
She still can hear the song of a Whip-poor-will, calling her,
    F#m                     E
The wind as he whispers her name in the evening
    E                        D
And mama still beautiful and graceful, a sunshine
    F#m                   E
And daddy is handsome and strong
               D                  D
Yeah just like Arkansas, yeah her Arkansas
              D
Yeah that was Arkansas