I hear a rooster crowin'

It's a frosty mornin'

I can almost see the sign

Goin' so fast I can't stop

I'm just a stones-throw from Little Rock

Headin' for that 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 outreachin'

Just like the day I was leavin'

It's been oh so many years.



Let me get on the Frisco Silver Dollar Line

Take my time

And 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've been gone too long

Oh how the years have flown by

Oh how I've realized

How much of me is gone.



(Chorus)