But Line was a real place between Ashley and Drew,
Where I was born and started to my first school too.
Now, it's all gone, leaving scarcely a trace,
To show that there was ever such a place.

Arkansas is my state, always has been.
I enjoy living there now, like I did back then.
We had our bad times, along with our good,
But I wouldn't change it, even if I could.

Line was a well-to-do community in its time,
A hub of activity set square on the county line.
Small farms scattered out like the spokes of a wheel.
Now the memories left of that are all that's real.

To have all that we needed gave us great pride,
With the following on the Ashley County side:
A doctor, a grocery store, with a post office included too.
The hardware and general store were on the side of Drew.

We dug worms to fish in Cut Off Creek, a neat little stream,
And toward Seven Devil's Swamp we heard a panther scream.
We had two churches and a one-room school where I started out, And at that time that's what our place in the sun was all about.

I walked three long miles to school each way,
And Mama knew I was afraid without me having to say.
She'd walk with me to the main road through the wooded part,
And that gave me enough lift to go on with a happy heart.

We had first grade through eighth together, abuzz like bees,
With one lone woman teacher into work up to her knees.
I don't remember now a thing that I learned back then,
What I remember is getting there and getting home again.

Looking back makes me sad and homesick too,
For the things that are gone that I once knew.
When I look back on my long-ago world,
I wonder what happened to that little girl?