Lyrics:

The north wind blows a prairie fire
Across the open plain
A light shines on a granite stone
Where someone carved my name

Sister, find the preacher-man
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 preacher-man
Daddy, call the law
Things have gotten out of hand
Here in Arkansas

Sheriff Clark, Reverend, Friend
Missus Worthington
Told my family that I'd be the end
To all they've done

Sister, find the preacher-man
Daddy, call the law
Things have gotten out of hand
Here in Arkansas

Mother raised the children
Daddy worked the farm
I was born the seventh son
Of the seventh-born

Sister, find the preacher-man
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 preacher-man
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 preacher-man
Daddy, call the law
Things have gotten out of hand
Here in Arkansas

The north wind blows a prairie fire
Here in Arkansas