Gus' sweet Arkie was left standing at the alter

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Me and my Arkie, we was as fond as we could be
We was set to marry in December '17
I set my sights to courtin' her, as fine as she could be
I swear I love that Waffle House on Martin Luther King

But that job at the Aubie, I figured it was time to leave
Planned a hurry-up divorce, inviting friends and family
Everything was fine, smoozing Arkie PTB’s
I’d forgotten ‘bout my best friends, me myself & Jimmy Sexty

And my sweet Arkie was left standing at the altar

My sweet Arkie was left standing at the altar

Arkansas had taken ill, I was several miles from home
Fatbert eatin’ fart’n wobblin’ fallin’, now he gone
Sweet Arkansas, she asked me to walk her to the door
As innocent as children before I was an Auburn whore

But my sweet Arkie got left standing at the altar

My sweet Arkie was left standing at the altar

Lord have mercy for what we done
Ham and cheese omelet scattered smothered covered chunked
Neither of us liked the Waffle House on Dickson Street
By the next sunset, I had gone back to Opelika
By the next sunset, I had gone back to Opelika
By the next sunset, I had gone back to Opelika