Arkansas

Arkansas OK, I hail from R-Kansas That’s what some call the state We’re the model of the future Stuck in 1958 My cousins are your cousins Our DNAs the same And sometimes when we marry We don’t have to change our names In spite of public thinking I still have all my teeth ‘Cept for 2 or 3 the top ones And 3 or 4 beneath I lost some in a bar fight The others lost to chaw My mother was an angel I don’t even know my Pa I have shoes but I don’t wear them ‘Cept with Sunday overhauls We sing praises to our good lord In our sleepy southern drawls As for fishin’ and for huntin’ Well that’s a gull-durn given If you ain’t killin’ somethin’ Then you ain’t really livin’ Don’t knock me for my birth place I’m just having fun It’s just the place where I grew up And now I’m glad I’m “From” Mdailey 3/31/12 Written for someone on facebook as a joke. I have never lived in Arkansas