Ozark Mountain Jubilee

I hear the rooster crowin. It's a frosty mornin. I can almost see the sun. Goin so fast I can't stop. I'm just a stone's throw from Little Rock headin for the Missouri line. Don't need a map to get there. You can get there from anywhere When you're goin in your head. I can see the arms out reachin, just like the day I was leavin. It's been oh so many years. Let me get on the Frisco Silver Dollar Line, wait my time. See all I can see. Fiddler rousin up your bow. We'll have our own Ozark Mountain Jubilee. If I can't be a favorite son, I'll be the prodigal one, cause I been gone too long. Oh how the years have flown by. Oh how I realize, how much of me is gone. Let me get on the Frisco Silver Dollar Line, wait my time. See all I can see. Fiddler rousin up your bow. We'll have our own Ozark Mountain Jubilee.