Lyrics: Chase Rice/Rob Baird
Music: Chase Rice/Rob Baird
Leavin’ Nashville like the leaves leaving the trees when the cold comes from the north
Leavin’ Nashville like the leaves leaving the trees when the cold comes from the north
It’s been a year but it’s here, five and some change door to door
Cross the Mississippi, west of Memphis on the go
Four good friends, one damn good black Labrador in tow
Oh Arkansas
We’ll be there by the morning hope momma makes biscuits
Arkansas
Boys get the guns ready, we’re hunting on Christmas
Levee turns to timber, turns to gravel rolling in
That delta breeze good to see the boys in camo again
Couple drinks down round the fire
But turning in, ‘cause after all
Come sunrise it flies, it dies
When Rob yells kill em all
Oh Arkansas
We’ll be there by the morning hope momma makes biscuits
Arkansas
Boys get the guns ready, we’re hunting on Christmas
From Stuttgart down to Brinkley
Hatchie Coon on down to here
With guns hung up load up the truck
We’ll see y’all next year
Here in Arkansas
We’ll be there by the morning, hope momma makes biscuits
Oh Arkansas
Boys get the guns ready we’re hunting on Christmas
Arkansas
We’ll be there by the morning hope momma makes biscuits
Arkansas
Boys get the guns ready we’re hunting on Christmas