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When I drive through Arkansas,
I always drive through a cloud of smoke
From a smolderin' refuse fire
set by the white trash there
Yeah, and they've got rocks for sale
that you could find free anywhere
Along a windin' smoky road anywhere in Arkansas
Smoke so thick that I had to stop
at a roadside curious rock shop
Behind the counter sat Haggard Jack
sizing me up as I looked back
He had a son he began to say,
who didn't care about rocks and things
The kid'ud rather be a businessman
than carry on with the family plan
When I drive through Arkansas,
I always drive through a cloud of smoke
From a smolderin' refuse fire
set by the white trash there
Yeah, and they've got rocks for sale
that you could find free anywhere
Along a windin' smoky road anywhere in Arkansas
It's a tradition in the Oachita,
smoke-um pipe and light-um fire
And if you're sleepy then close your eyes
while the white smoke fills the sky
And when you wake up and can't feel a thing,
take a trip to the old Hot Spring
Medicine Man there will cure your pain
so you can start all over again
When I drive through Arkansas,
I always drive through a cloud of smoke
From a smolderin' refuse fire
set by the white trash there
Yeah, and they've got rocks for sale
that you could find free anywhere
Along a windin' smoky road anywhere in Arkansas
Gettin' back to my friend Jack,
he offered me his whole dern stack
Of crystal, diamonds and everything,
he even threw in his turquoise ring
I paid him cash and the deal was done,
then he took off like a shot from a gun
He never told me 'bout the land in back…
Twenty acres of garbage sacks!
So when you drive through Arkansas,
you'll always drive through a cloud of smoke
From a smolderin' refuse fire,
'cause now I'm one of the white trash there
Yeah, and I've got rocks for sale
that you could find free anywhere
Along a windin' smoky road anywhere in Arkansas
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