Written by Cindy Baucom, Beth Husband & Milan Miller
Duke of Drive Publishing (ASCAP)/Red Desk Publishing (SESAC)/Songs From The Stillhouse (SESAC)
Milan Miller- Guitars, Keyboards, Bass, Drums, Lead Vocal
Eddie Lang- Pedal Steel Guitar
Wendy Newcomer- Harmony Vocal
Lyrics
I cut out of Carolina- as the sun was going down
Ripped up all my roots- burned every bridge in town
I swore my dreams were bigger- than the hills could ever hold
So sure that California- was where I’d find my pot of gold
But two hours east of Little Rock- I heard what I’d been missing
In the rumbling of the engine and the radiator hissing
I’m broke down in Arkansas
Five hundred miles from home- and I’ve got no one to call
I thought that I’d find freedom- now my back’s against the wall
Yeah I’m broke down in Arkansas
In a town where every mother- raised her sons to stay
Thought I knew every story- and they all ended the same way
Sedated from the small talk- strangled by the safety net
I had to find a road- that I hadn’t traveled yet
Now I’m stranded on the shoulder- of this highway headed west
Wishing I had listened- to the ones who knew me best
I’m broke down in Arkansas
Five hundred miles from home- and I’ve got no one to call
I thought that I’d find freedom- now my back’s against the wall
Yeah I’m broke down in Arkansas
I don’t need to hear where I went wrong- or a single told you so
It’s only been eight hours- and I already know
I’m broke down in Arkansas
Five hundred miles from home- and I’ve got no one to call
I thought that I’d find freedom- now my back’s against the wall
Yeah I’m broke down in Arkansas