Coll. by Mitchell
Transc. by Parler
Cane Hill, Ark.
March 30, 1950
Reel 17-18, Item 1
The State of Arkansas
My name is Sanford Barnes, I come from a noble town,
I've traveled this wide world over, I've traveled this wide
world round, -
I've had my ups and downs in life, and better days I've saw,
But I never knew what misery was till I reached Arkansas.
I landed in St. Louis with ten dollars and no more,
I read the morning papers until my eyes were sore,
Little did I discover until at last I saw
A hundred men were wanted in the State of Arkansaw.
( A stanza I cannot understand. MCP)
I landed in Fort Smith one sultry afternnon,
I walked across from the depot, stepped in a saloon,
In there came a skeleton with a lean and lantern jaw,
Invited me round to the best hotel in the State of Arkansaw.
I followed my conductor unto his dwelling place,
Poverty was depicted in his melancholy face,
His hair hung down in rat-tailson his long and lantern jaw,
He was the photograft of all the gents I met in Arkansaw.
We started out next morning to catch the early train, -
He said, "You'd better work for me, I have some land to drain,
I'll pay you fifty cents a day, board, washing and all,
You'll find yourself a different man when you leave Arkansaw."
I worked six weeks for this son-of-a-gun, Jess Herrin was his name
He was six foot four in his stocking feet, he looked lika a crane
His bread it was corn-dodgers, his meat you couldn 't chaw,
That's the kind of hash they had in the State of Arkansaw.
He fed me on corn-dodgers as hard as any rock,
All my teeth begin to loose, my knees begin to knock,
I got so thin on sassafras tea I couldn't bend a straw,
Indded I was a different man when I left Arkansaw.
Farewell to you, swamp-angels, the cane-brake, and the chills,
Farewell to sage and sassafras and to corn-dodger pills,
I'm going to the Indian Nation and marry me a squaw,
Get me back there if you can in the State of Arkansaw.
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