Collected by Merlin Mitchell Reel 32
Transcribed by Kyle Perrin Item 4
F a y e t t e v i l l e , Ark.
July 10, 1950
The State of Arkansas
My name i s Sanford Barnes, I come from a Northern town,
I ' v e traveled t h i s wide world over, I've traveled t h i s wide world arornd,
Through ups and downs and miseries and some good days I ' v e saw,
But I never new what misery was ' t i l I came to Arkansas.
I landed in Ft. Smith one s u l t r y afternoon,
I stepped across the depot and I walked into a saloon,
Up stepped a living skeleton and he handed me his paw,
He said he ran the best hotel in the State of Arkansas.
I follered my conductor t o his f i n e dwelling place,
There was novelty depicted in his melancholy face,
His hair hung down in rat t a i l s on his long and lantern jaw,
He was a perty f a i r type of a l l the gents I met in Arkansas.
I st a r t e d out next morning t o catch that early t r a i n,
He says, Don't be in a hurry, lad; I ' v e got some land to drain,
I ' l l pay you 50 a day and all that you can chaw,
You'll find yourself a d i f f e r e n t man when you leave Arkansas.
Well, I worked six weeks for that son-of-a-gun, Jed Harrin was his name,
He was six foot tall in his stocking f e e t and he looked like a crane,
His bread i t was corn dodger, his meat you couldn't chaw,
And t h a t ' s the kind of hash they had in the State of Arkansas.
He fed me on corn dodgers as hard as any rock,
' T i l a l l my t e e t h began to loose, my knees began to knock,
I got so thing on Sassafras tea I could hide behind a straw,
Indeed I was a different man when I l e f t Arkansas.
Farewell t o these swamp angels, to cane breaks and c h i l l s,
Farewell t o sage and sassafras and t o corn dodger p i l l s,
I'm going to the Indian Nation, going to marry me a squaw,
So, catch me back there if you can in the S t a t e of Arkansas.
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