The seventh son born to an Arkansas farmer
And a hard-workin’ mother of twelve
Who never could find any time or a dollar
That she could just spend on herself
He remembers things now, that his daddy once told him
The old man grew wiser with time
And a life on the farm, that in a boy's view was awful
Has changed in these same older eyes
Oh, the weeds have grown high on the farm back in Dixie
Where cotton and corn used to grow
And the memories run wild in this Arkansas farmboy
Who'd give all he owns just to go
He recalls how grandaddy held him and taught him
The melody to "In The Pines"
On a five-dollar guitar that led to a fortune
He'd trade just to go back in time
Oh, the weeds have grown high on the farm back in Dixie
Where cotton and corn used to grow
And the memories run wild in this Arkansas farmboy
Who'd give all he owns just to go
Oh, the weeds have grown high on the farm back in Dixie
Where cotton and corn used to grow
And the memories run wild in this Arkansas farmboy
Who'd give all he owns just to go