Ozark Mountain Jubilee

I hear the rooster crowing it’s a frosty morning

I can almost see the sign

Going so fast I can’t stop I’m just a stone’s throw from Little Rock

Heading for the Missouri line

Don’t need a map to get there you can get there from anywhere

When you’re going in your head

I can see the arms out reaching just like the day I was leaving

It’s been oh so many years

Let me get on the Frisco Silver Dollar Line

Take my time see all I can see

Fiddler rosin 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

Take my time see all I can see

Fiddler rosin up your bow

We’ll have our own Ozark Mountain Jubilee

Ozark Mountain Jubilee