Arkansas Hills by MusicAbout

"Arkansas Hills" by MusicAbout
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Lyrics:
(Verse 1)
In the Arkansas hills where the oak trees sway,
My kin’s been livin’ since the pioneer days.
Many generations, roots run deep,
Tillin’ the soil where the memories keep.
Granddaddy’s granddaddy broke this land,
With a mule and a plow and a calloused hand.
Through floods and drought, they stood so tall,
The hills of Arkansas, they’ve seen it all.
(Chorus)
These Arkansas hills, they’re callin’ me home,
Where the deer run wild and the rivers roam.
Farming the fields, huntin’ the woods,
Fishin’ the streams, it’s the family line.
Many generations, blood and sweat we’ve sown,
In the Arkansas hills, where my heart’s always known.
(Verse 2)
Great-grandpa hunted with a rifle and hound,
Tracked through the hollows where the game was found.
Mama’s old daddy cast a line at dawn,
Pulled catfish supper ‘til the daylight was gone.
The barn’s still standin’, weathered and gray,
Stories in the rafters from a simpler day.
We pass down the lessons, the love, the lore,
Keepin’ the ways of the ones before.
(Chorus)
These Arkansas hills, they’re callin’ me home,
Where the deer run wild and the rivers roam.
Farming the fields, huntin’ the woods,
Fishin’ the streams, it’s the family line.
Many generations, blood and sweat we’ve sown,
In the Arkansas hills, where my heart’s always known.
(Bridge)
The seasons turn, but the hills stay true,
Black dirt and green, and a sky so blue.
From cradle to grave, it’s where we belong,
A legacy carved in a country song.
(Chorus)
These Arkansas hills, they’re callin’ me home,
Where the deer run wild and the rivers roam.
Farming the fields, huntin’ the woods,
Fishin’ the streams, it’s the family line.
Many generations, blood and sweat we’ve sown,
In the Arkansas hills, where my heart’s always known.