October morning in the Ozark Mountains,
Hills ablazing like that sun in the sky.
I fell in love there, and the fire is still burning
A flame that never will die.

Oh, I may wander, but when I do
I will never be far from you.
You're in my blood and I know you'll always be.
Arkansas you run deep in me.

Moonlight dancing on a delta levee,
To a band of frogs and whippoorwill
I lost my heart there one July evening
And it's still there, I can tell.

Magnolia blooming, Mama smiling,
Mallards sailing on a December wind.
God bless the memories I keep recalling
Like an old Familiar friend.

And there's a river rambling through the fields and valleys,
Smooth and steady as she makes her way south,
A lot like the people whose names she carries.
She goes strong, and she goes proud.
 

Written by Wayland Holyfield