Little White Church

There’s a little white church sitting round the bend

Grandaddy’s preachin on the wages of sin

Looks like it’s gonna be hot again

That’s how we spent the summers in Arkansas.

Picking muskidines til our hands were raw

Sitting round the radio yelling ‘go hawgs’

Uncle’s running coons with a flop eared dog

That’s how we spent the summers back in Arkansas

Sipping kool-aid eating chocolate moon-pies

What a way to live- what a way to die

Red dirt, dirt poor just the facts of life

Spending every summer back in Arkansas.

I hear those bare feet slapping on the gravel road

Did ya see that racer? Can ya catch that toad?

Jumping off the bluff into that old bluff hole

Laughing through the summer back in Arkansas

We would talk to each other on that old CB

Put our feet up on the table, try to watch TV

Just my aunts and my uncles

Grandmamma

Granddaddy

A bunch of cousins,

The dog

And me

Hillbilly summers back in Arkansas.