Glen Campbell - Arkansas farmboy

The seve^Dnth son ^Dborn to an ^GArkansas ^Dfarmer And a ^Bmhard workin' ^Amother of ^Dtwelve ^A Who ^Dnever could ^Dfind any ^Gtime or a ^Ddollar That ^Bmshe could just ^Aspend on ^Dherself

I ^Dremember things ^Dnow, that my ^Gdaddy once ^Dtold me The ^Bmold man grew ^Awiser with ^Dtime ^A And a ^Dlife on the ^Dfarm, that in a^G boy's view was ^Dawful Has ^Bmchanged in these ^Asame older ^Deyes

Oh the ^Dweeds have grown ^Dhigh on the ^Afarm back in ^DDixie Where ^Gcotton and ^Acorn used to ^Bmgrow ^Bm And the ^Gmemories run ^Awild in this ^BmArkansas ^Bmfarm boy Who'd ^Dgive all he ^Aowns just to ^Dgo

I ^Drecall how grandaddy held m^De and taug^Ght me ^D The mel^Bmody to "In ^AThe Pines" ^{D A} On a five^D-dollar ^Dguitar that ^Gled to a ^Dfortune I'd t^Bmrade just to go^A back in t^Dime

Oh the weeds^D have grown high on the farm back^D in Dixie ^{A D} Where ^Gcotton and c^Aorn used to^Bm grow And the ^Gmemories run ^Awild in this^Bm Arkansas ^Bmfarm boy Who'd give a^Dll he owns just to^A go ^D

Oh the weeds ha^Dve grown high on the farm back^D in Dixie ^{A D} Where ^Gcotton and ^Acorn used to^Bm grow And the ^Gmemories run ^Awild in this ^BmArkansas ^Bmfarm boy Who'd give al^Dl he owns just to g^Ao ^D