Текст песни с аккордами
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My grandmother grew up in a two room shack
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The last of seven children, used to dress in gunny sacks
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She said that times were hard, family scattered near and far
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Like seeds into the dirt or the dimmest set of stars
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And there's preachers every Sunday, muscodines each fall
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I'd like to die in Arkansas if I should die at all
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You could call it alchemy, some ancient art of old:
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Hillbillies with no money spun their garbage into gold
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'Cause I swear a square dance saved my life one hot summer day
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I swear I's bout to kill myself, I swear I's bound away
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I swear I heard the voice of God between the caller's cries:
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An Ozark fiddle tune and a pretty girl's brown eyes
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And there's preachers every Sunday, muscodines each fall
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I'd like to die in Arkansas if I should die at all
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I thought that bein' poor would weigh heavy on my soul
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But it's a little drunken happiness like this that makes me whole
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And you say that anyone could make it, and I guess that's so
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I guess I ain't Walt Whitman, I guess she ain't Van Gogh
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You can't account for taste, but I know my north from south
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And it's a goddamn folk art masterpiece when she opens up her mouth
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And there's preachers every Sunday, muscodines each fall
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I'd like to die in Arkansas if I should die at all
C G D Em
You could call it alchemy, some ancient art of old:
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Hillbillies with no money spun their garbage into gold
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