Raised in Arkansas

[Chorus]
Backroads, Arkansas, it’s where I was raised,
Simple life, no bright lights, just smoky haze.
Mud holes, cornfields, southern nights ablaze,
Mom’s fried chicken, Go Hogs, we praise.
[Verse]
Red clay roads, tires kickin’ up dust,
Pickup trucks squeak, but they built with trust.
Hogs on the radio, Razorback pride,
Fried catfish Sundays, gravy on the side.
Walmart runs, small-town hustle,
Big dreams tucked in a camo duffle.
[Chorus]
Backroads, Arkansas, it’s where I was raised,
Simple life, no bright lights, just smoky haze.
Mud holes, cornfields, southern nights ablaze,
Mom’s fried chicken, Go Hogs, we praise.
[Verse 2]
Southern charm sharper than a razor’s edge,
Whiskey sippin’ stories on the porch ledge.
Fireflies blinkin’, sky full of stars,
Old Chevy’s rusted but she still goes far.
Fishing pole cast, bobber floats in peace,
Life moves slow, but it’s sweet release.
[Bridge]
Home is the smell of pine and rain,
It’s the crackle of a fire, easing your pain.
Grandpa’s tales, passed down with pride,
Arkansas roots, forever my guide.
[Chorus]
Backroads, Arkansas, it’s where I was raised,
Simple life, no bright lights, just smoky haze.
Mud holes, cornfields, southern nights ablaze,
Mom’s fried chicken, Go Hogs, we praise.

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