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Come Down toArkansas 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.
Copyright ©
Caren Krutsinger
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