Far and far away down in Arkansas, There lived a squatter with a stubborn jaw. His nose was ruby red and his whiskers gray. And he would sit and fiddle all the night and all the day. Came a traveler down the valley, asked if he could find a bed. Yes, try the road, the kindly squatter said. Then, could you point me out the way to find a tavern or an Inn? Quite a little piece I reckon, tho I've never been!