The north wind blows a prairie fire across the open plain   A light shines on the granite stone where someone carved my name      Sister find the preacherman   Daddy call the law   Things have gotten out of hand   Here in Arkansas      An icy ring around the moon a fire across the sky   They buried me this afternoon and left me here to die      Sister find the preacherman   Daddy call the law   Things have gotten out of hand   Here in Arkansas      Sheriff Clark, Reverend Friend, Mrs. Worthington   Told my family that I'd be the end to all they've done      Sister find the preacherman   Daddy call the law   Things have gotten out of hand   Here in Arkansas      Mother raised the children and daddy worked the farm   I was born the seventh son of the seventh born      Sister find the preacherman   Daddy call the law   Things have gotten out of hand   Here in Arkansas      All the elders did decree my soul to be unclean   They strapped me to a gurney and gave me morphine      Sister find the preacherman   Daddy call the law   Things have gotten out of hand   Here in Arkansas      Sister walks into the night and prays my soul to save   And underneath the cold moonlight she finds my open grave      Sister find the preacherman   Daddy call the law   Things have gotten out of hand   Here in Arkansas      The north wind blows a prairie fire   Here in Arkansas