Robert Earl Keen Here In Arkansas
The north wind blows a prairie fire across the open
plain
A light shines on the granite stone where someone
carved my name
Sister find the preacher man
Daddy call the law
Things have gotten out of hand
Here in Arkansas
An icy ring around the moon a fire across the sky
They buried me this afternoon and left me here to die
Sister find the preacher man
Daddy call the law
Things have gotten out of hand
Here in Arkansas
Sheriff Clark, Reverend Friend, Mrs. Worthington
Told my family that I'd be the end to all they've done
Sister find the preacher man
Daddy call the law
Things have gotten out of hand
Here in Arkansas
Mother raised the children and daddy worked the farm
I was born the seventh son of the seventh born
Sister find the preacher man
Daddy call the law
Things have gotten out of hand
Here in Arkansas
All the elders did decree my soul to be unclean
They strapped me to a gurney and gave me morphine
Sister find the preacher man
Daddy call the law
Things have gotten out of hand
Here in Arkansas
Sister walks into the night and prays my soul to save
And underneath the cold moonlight she finds my open
grave
Sister find the preacher man
Daddy call the law
Things have gotten out of hand
Here in Arkansas
The north wind blows a prairie fire
Here in Arkansas
