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Hardest Fwork that ever I done, was done beneath that burning sun Hauling that Gtobacco around tFo cure.
I would chop that wicked weed til my hands and fingers bleed
Working like aG mule maybe moFre We've beenF farming on this land since F1810 Through Amflood, drought and pFestilence and wGar Now I Fsure am sad to say that I lived to see this day And we don't grow Gtobacco around here no mFore!
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We don't Fgrow, we don't Fgrow Oh, it's still the only work we'll ever kGnow Well, we don't Fgrow, we don't Fgrow We don't grow Gtobacco around here no mFore!
Grandpa Ftold me this, I know Change is coming won't be slow Knocking just like aG thunder at the Fdoor
Barren fields are all around, empty barns just falling down
Well Iron weeds Gcoming up through theF floor Once we Fgrowed it by the pound Now the Fkids all moved to town And Amall that's left are Felderly and Gpoor Now I Fsure am sad to say That I will live to see this day And we don't grow Gtobacco around here noF more
We don't Fgrow, we don't Fgrow Oh, it's still the only work we'll ever kGnow Well, we don't Fgrow, we don't Fgrow We don't grow Gtobacco around here no mFore!
Whoooo yes I sure am sad to say This way of life has gone away
Now that we don't grow tGobacco around here no Fmore Well, No we don't grow Gtobacco around here no Fmore!