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THE ARKANSAS TRAVELER IN the year of eighty two In the merry month of June I landed in Van Buren One sultry afternoon I met a walking skeleton Who handed me his paw Inviting me to his hotel The best in Arkansas I went with this great lump To his abiding place Poverty was written On his melancholy face His hair it hung in rat tails All over his lantern jaw That`s the kind of gents They have in the state of Arkansas I rose the next morn To take an early train He said young man you better stay I have some land to drain I`ll give you fifty cents a rod Your wash and board and ah You`ll find yourself a different gent When you leave Arkansas I went to work for this great lump Jess Aaron was his name He stood six feet in his stocking feet And slimmer than any crane He fed me on corn dodgers As hard as any rock Till my teeth began to loosen And my knees began to knock I got so thin on sassafras tea I could hide behind a straw I really was a different gent WHEN I LEFT ARKANSAS! For: William Wilson Smith
