Arkansas Lottery Cash 3, Cash 4 winning numbers for June 26, 2025
The Arkansas Lottery offers several draw games for those aiming to win big. Here's a look at Thursday, June 26, 2025 results for each game:
Midday: 0-7-2
Evening: 3-4-1
Check Cash 3 payouts and previous drawings here.
Midday: 3-2-2-2
Evening: 7-1-6-3
Check Cash 4 payouts and previous drawings here.
05-07-37-41-42, Lucky Ball: 15
Check Lucky For Life payouts and previous drawings here.
02-18-20-33-35
Check Natural State Jackpot payouts and previous drawings here.
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Powerball: 9:59 p.m. CT on Monday, Wednesday, and Saturday.
Mega Millions: 10 p.m. CT on Tuesday and Friday.
Cash 3 Midday: 12:59 p.m. CT daily except Sunday.
Cash 3 Evening: 6:59 p.m. CT daily.
Cash 4 Midday: 12:59 p.m. CT daily except Sunday.
Cash 4 Evening: 6:59 p.m. CT daily.
Lucky For Life: 9:30 p.m. CT daily.
Natural State Jackpot: 8 p.m. CT daily except Sunday.
LOTTO: 9 p.m. CT on Wednesday and Saturday.
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This article originally appeared on Fort Smith Times Record: Arkansas Lottery Cash 3, Cash 4 winning numbers for June 26, 2025
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