Glen Campbell - Arkansas farmboy

T^Dhe seventh son born to an Ark^Gansas fa^Drmer And a h^Bmard workin' m^Gother of ^Dtwelve ^A7 Who n^Dever could find any ^Gtime or a ^Ddollar That s^Ghe could just s^Apend on ^Dherself

I^D remember things now, that my ^Gdaddy once ^Dtold me The ^Bmold man grew w^Giser with ^Dtime ^A7 And a ^Dlife on the farm, that in a ^Gboy's view was ^Dawful Has c^Ghanged in these s^Aame o^Dlder eyes ^A7

Oh the ^Dweeds have grown high on the f^Aarm back in ^DDixie Where cotton and corn used to ^Bmgrow And the ^Dmemories run wild in this A^Grkansas fa^Drmboy Who'd give all he ^Aowns just to g^Do ^A7

I ^Drecall how grandaddy h^Geld me and t^Daught me The ^Bmmelody ^Ato "In The P^Dines" ^A7 On a ^Dfive-dollar guitar that ^Gled to a ^Dfortune I'd ^Gtrade just to ^Ago back in ^Dtime ^A7

Oh the ^Dweeds have grown high on the ^Afarm back in D^Dixie Where cotton and corn used to ^Bmgrow And the ^Dmemories run wild in this A^Grkansas fa^Drmboy Who'd give all he ^Aowns just to ^Dgo

Oh the ^Dweeds have grown high on the ^Afarm back in D^Dixie Where cotton and corn used to ^Bmgrow And the ^Dmemories run wild in this A^Grkansas fa^Drmboy Who'd give all he ^Aowns just to ^Dgo