Missouri - Eddy Arnold

I often wish that I could see

My old hometown once more

The old red school I went to

With the little girl next door

I see that stopper bobbin'

When the catfish start to bite

I see a blue sky framin'

Little clouds of snowy white

Missouri, I hear you callin' me

Missouri, you’ll never let me be

Missouri I know I can’t be free

My heart will yearn till I return, Missouri’s callin' me

In memory, I still can see

That oak tree on the lawn

And hear again the birds as sing

And woke me at the dawn

And I remember mornings

When I told my mother lies

So I could have a second helping

Of her apple pies

Missouri I hear you callin' me

Missouri, you’ll never let me be

Missouri I know I can’t be free

My heart will yearn till I return, Missouri’s callin' me…