Pappy worked the tobacco farm till the last day he laid down

Grandma had eight kids and kept food in their mouths

Daddy was a preacher, Mama was a teacher

Now daddy’s ran away granny’s in the clay and the farm house has been torn down

Storms moving in and this hill likes to flood

Ain’t much I can do but sit and wait for luck

Grandma always said live inside your means

Build the life you want remember it ain’t free

Well I sit down at the creek today and wrote a letter to my kin

Said don’t you feel sorry about the way things have always been

There’s evil all around this world and bad folks we don’t know

Comes to light everyday right when the rooster crows

I had four brothers growing up when I was young

One’s done passed away and two went to hold the gun

Nine months in the desert I’m glad J made it home

The other ain’t had the best health and I’m just writing songs

Well I sit down at the creek today and wrote a letter to my kin

Said don’t you feel sorry about the way things have always been

There’s evil all around this world and bad folks we don’t know

Comes to light everyday right when the rooster crows