Come Down to Arkansas yah hear

They went mudd’n down at the water hole Getting their trucks filthy was the goal Grandma said they needed to bless her soul They baptized that old lady in the water hole Everyone has a beard down in the holler Because haircuts cost more than a dollar The best rednecks live in squaller My pig is Sophie, you may call her. We ride our bikes off our roofs in Arkansas We do not put on airs or say “lah dee dah” We are the hillbillies, we have our own chainsaw Come see us some time, you can dance with pa We have bonfires and weenie roasts We make smores, and peanut butter toast If you like travel trailers, I will be your host. No one will put on airs, be snotty or boast.