I hear the rooster crowin. It's a frosty mornin.
I can almost see the sun.
Goin so fast I can't stop. I'm just a stone's throw from Little Rock
headin for the Missouri line.
Don't need a map to get there. You can get there from anywhere
When you're goin in your head.
I can see the arms out reachin, just like the day I was leavin.
It's been oh so many years.
Let me get on the Frisco Silver Dollar Line, wait my time.
See all I can see.
Fiddler rousin up your bow. We'll have our own Ozark Mountain Jubilee.
If I can't be a favorite son, I'll be the prodigal one,
cause I been gone too long.
Oh how the years have flown by. Oh how I realize,
how much of me is gone.
Let me get on the Frisco Silver Dollar Line, wait my time.
See all I can see.
Fiddler rousin up your bow. We'll have our own Ozark Mountain Jubilee.