Glen Campbell - Too Late to Worry, Too Blue to Cry Lyrics

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Too Late to Worry, Too Blue to Cry

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What Are The Lyrics For Too Late to Worry, Too Blue to Cry By Glen Campbell?
Arkansas, land of opportunity
Arkansas, oh, what you do to me Prettiest place I ever saw Was back home in Arkansas All those boyhood memories Lakes and rivers and Backwood trees Gentle mountains, it reached to the sky Oh, how I hated to say goodbye to Arkansas, land of opportunity Arkansas, oh, what you do to me Prettiest place I ever saw Was back home in Arkansas Dirt roads that lead nowhere Except the houses that need repairing And front porch people wearing a smile And they cover every mile of Arkansas, land of opportunity Arkansas, oh, what you do to me Prettiest place I ever saw Was back home in Arkansas I can see my Dad back home Working Park County, sandy lawn Mama callin' me from the door Oh, how I wanna go once more to Arkansas, land of opportunity Arkansas, oh, what you do to me Prettiest place I ever saw Was back home in Arkansas Arkansas, land of opportunity Arkansas, oh, what you do to me Prettiest place I ever saw Was back home in Arkansas |
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