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 had was hangin' on my back. Only you know how I loathe this place called Tobacco Road. But it's home, the only life I ever known. Only you know how I loathe Tobacco Road. Gonna leave, get a job with the help and the grace from above. Save some money, get rich and old, bring it back to Tobacco Road. But it's home, the only life I ever known. Only you know how I loathe Tobacco Road. Bring that dynamite and a crane, blow it up, start all over again. Build a town, be proud to show. Gives the name Tobacco Road.
writers: JOHN D. LOUDERMILK
copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
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