Little Rock
When the day gets me down
And this dirty old town
Never seems to stop
I have a dream
A fantasy
Of a life out in Little Rock
There's a warm prairie moon
And the Jasmine's in bloom
Then we take a walk
What could be sweller
Than life with this fella
Holed up in Little Rock
In our small wooden shack
With the river out back
We don't watch the clock
There's something finer
Than all the tea in China
Holed up in Little Rock
Holed up in Little Rock
Holed up in Little Rock