The seventh son born
to an Arkansas farmer
And hard -working mother of twelve
He never could find any time or a dollar
that she could just spend on herself
He remembers things now
that his daddy once told him
The old man grew wiser with time
And a life on the farm,
and a boy's view was awful
His change in these same older eyes
Oh, the weeds have grown high
on the farm back in Dixie
Where cotton and corn used to grow
And the memories run wild
in this Arkansas farm boy
Who'd all he owns just to go
He recalls how granddaddy held him
and taught him the melody to win the pines.
On a 5 guitar that led to a fortune
He'd trade just to go back in time
All the weeds have grown out
on the farm back in Dixon
Where cotton and corn used to grow
And the memories run wild
in the Sarkinsoll farm boy
Who'd all he owns just to go
Oh, the weeds have grown high
on the farm back in Dixie
Where cotton and corn used to grow
And the memories run wild
In this Arkansas farm boy
Who'd give all he owns just
to go guitar solo