| We should leave this old town |
| Take the highway past the riverside |
| And when the dust settles down |
| We’ll be rollin' 'cross The Great Divide |
| Annabelle, come out of your shell |
| I’ll go with you where you wanna go |
| Me an' you got a lot to do, you know it’s true |
| So tell your Mom an' Pa that Arkansas is callin' you |
| Let’s get lost in the woods |
| Way up high on a mountain top |
| An' if it stops feelin' good |
| We’ll be gone before the next dew drops |
| Annabelle, come out of your shell |
| I’ll go with you where you wanna go |
| Me an' you got a lot to do, you know it’s true |
| So tell your Mom an' Pa that Arkansas is callin' you |
| You been dreamin' for a long ol' time |
| Southern winds hit your wings |
| On the front porch, way past suppertime |
| I’ll be there to be your saint |
| Oh, whoa, to hear you sing |
| Annabelle, come out of your shell |
| I’ll go with you where you wanna go |
| Me an' you got a lot to do, you know it’s true |
| So tell your Mom an' Pa that Arkansas is callin' you |
| Callin' you, callin' you |