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)