She glitters like Fool's gold in the poor man's hand
Beckons like a water hole just a day right away
The promise of a rainbow rising above a summer storm
The whistle of a freight train coming all the
days away
Well, I never cared to be part of a crowd
I never thought I'd be chasing you out loud
She's greener than Arkansas, lonely as a trail
of tears
Wants to see the things I saw, to stand behind
my eyes
Brought me an apple pie and a bottle of
Arkansas wine
The tears rolling down her cheek won't wash
away another goodbye
I got the memory, I had the time
She was the melody I supplied to rhyme
She glitters like Fool's gold in the poor man's hand
Beckons like a water hole just a day right away
The promise of a rainbow rising above a summer storm
The whistle of a freight train coming all the
days away
Well, I never cared to be part of a crowd
I never thought I'd be chasing you out loud