Lyrics:
could keep the tax
You could keep the money, you could keep the tax
Fields wasted growing tobacco
Could be used to feed the third world countries
down
Standing farm, tobacco ground
Tobacco growing ain't no life
For seven kids and a poor man's wife
Money does not mean a thing
When you dream
Doing this for a living
Dealing life in dozens
Providing vital support
For our growing civilization
Tobacco and alcohol in a fine proportion
Just
Doing this for a living
Dealing life in dozens
Providing vital support
For our growing civilization
Tobacco and alcohol in a fine proportion
Just
Fleeing Northwards from Virginia
Loyal to the Union Jack
They brought with them a culture
Of growing tobacco plants
From Alymer through to Delhi
I was born in a bunk
My mother died and my daddy got drunk
Left me here to die or grow
In the middle of Tobacco Road
Tobacco Road
Tobacco Road
I was born in a dump
My mother died
My daddy got drunk
They Left me here
To die or grow
In the middle of
Tobacco Road
Tobacco Road
'Cause I was born in a dump
My mama died and my daddy got drunk
He left me here to die or grow
In the middle of Tobacco Road
I grew up in
Oh, I was born in a dump
My mama died, daddy got drunk
He left me here to die or grow
In the middle of Tobacco Road
I grew up in a rusty shack
Oh, I was born in a dump
My mama died, daddy got drunk
He left me here to die or grow
In the middle of Tobacco Road
I grew up in a rusty shack
I was born in a bunk
Mother died and my daddy got drunk
Left me here to die or grow
In the middle of Tobacco Road
Grew up in a dusty shack
And all I
I was born in a bunk
Mother died and my daddy got drunk
Left me here to die or grow
In the middle of Tobacco Road
Grew up in a dusty shack
I was born in a trunk
Mama died and my daddy got drunk
Left me here to die alone
In the middle of Tobacco Road
Growin' up rusty shack
All I
row
In the Blue Ridge mountains with the whispering pines
They used to grow tobacco then they made moonshine
But there's something better in
Oh, I was born in a dump
My mama died, daddy got drunk
He left me here to die or grow
In the middle of Tobacco Road
I grew up in a rusty shack
Well it's all for me grog, me jolly jolly grog,
It's all for me beer and tobacco.
For I spent all me tin on the lassies drinking gin,
Far across
I was born in a bunk
My mama died and my daddy got drunk
Left me here to die or grow
In the middle of Tobacco Road
I grew up in a dusty shack
I was born in a trunk.
Mama died and my daddy got drunk.
Left me here to die alone
In the middle of Tobacco Road.
Growin' up rusty shack,
All
I was born in a trunk
Mother died and my daddy got drunk
Left me here to die or grow
In the middle of Tobacco Road
Grew up in a dusty shack
I was born in a dump
Mama died and my daddy got drunk
Left me here to die or grow
In the middle of Tobacco Road
Grew up in a rusty shack
All I
I was born in a bunk
Mama died and my daddy got drunk
Left me here to die or grow
In the middle of Tobacco Road
I grew up in a dusty shack
upstairs
Backwoods legit, don't take no shit
Chew tobacco, chew tobacco, chew tobacco, spit
Aw, heck
Red, red, red, red, red, red, red, red, red, red,
was quickly fading,
And the fog hugged the road like a cloudy, cloudy sea,
As we drove though the hills of west virginia.
We smoked the tobacco
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