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Hardest Gwork that ever I done, was done beneath that burning sun Hauling that Dtobacco around tGo cure.
I would chop that wicked weed til my hands and fingers bleed
Working like aD mule maybe moGre We've beenC farming on this land since G1810 Through Emflood, drought and pCestilence and wDar Now I Gsure am sad to say that I lived to see this day And we don't grow Dtobacco around here no mGore!
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We don't Cgrow, we don't Ggrow Oh, it's still the only work we'll ever kDnow Well, we don't Cgrow, we don't Ggrow We don't grow Dtobacco around here no mGore!
Grandpa Gtold me this, I know Change is coming won't be slow Knocking just like aD thunder at the Gdoor
Barren fields are all around, empty barns just falling down
Well Iron weeds Dcoming up through theG floor Once we Cgrowed it by the pound Now the Gkids all moved to town And Emall that's left are Celderly and Dpoor Now I Gsure am sad to say That I will live to see this day And we don't grow Dtobacco around here noG more
We don't Cgrow, we don't Ggrow Oh, it's still the only work we'll ever kDnow Well, we don't Cgrow, we don't Ggrow We don't grow Dtobacco around here no mGore!
Whoooo yes I sure am sad to say This way of life has gone away
Now that we don't grow tDobacco around here no Gmore Well, No we don't grow Dtobacco around here no Gmore!