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God Lives In Arkansas

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Louise Mosrie
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Louise Mosrie

Story

I wrote this after a trip to Oklahoma to visit a friend. On the way back to Tennessee, we got off of I-40 and drove up through the Ozark Mountains and took the scenic route back toward Memphis. Such beautiful and strange country! I had a notebook on my lap and the radio was playing and I just wrote down what I saw. When I got home I didn't write anything for a couple of months until that little bluesy riff came to me - then I got the notebook out and the song practically wrote itself. It's a really fun song to sing live too!

Lyrics

Ozark mountains Speeding past knee high grass Crooked and steep I can still smell the brake pads Indian summer heat John Prine on the radio Cemetaries bigger than the town itself Paint ponies graze between headstones Oh, getting down the road. Oh, searching my soul And I’m almost believing That God lives in Arkansas Blackbirds circle over the pines Dogs barking on a chain It’s dripping rain All the way to Russellville They got rebel flags for sale Next door to the Primitive Baptist. And I-40 fruit stands got the sweetest peaches This side of Memphis, yes and Oh, getting down the road. Oh, searching my soul And I’m almost believing That God lives in Arkansas. Broken barn tangled in a twister Wild weeds between the boards Damn, it’s so beautiful I feel like a trespasser Creeping on your floors Some people go to church but I just hit the road Trees are the steeples Mountains my altars, amen and it’s Calling me home Oh, getting down the road. Oh, searching my soul And I’m almost believing That God lives in Arkansas.