tobacco barns
near Windsor,
north carolina
I was born in a lump,
mama died and daddy got drunk.
Left me here to die or grow in the middle of Tobacco Road.
Grew up in a rusty shack,
all I owned was a hangin' on my back,
Only Lord knows how I loathe this place called Tobacco Road.
But it's home,
the only life I've ever ever knowed,
But the Lord knows I loathe Tobacco Road.
Gonna leave.
get a job,
with the help and the grace of God.
Save my money,
get rich,
I know bring it back to Tobacco Road
Bring dynamite and a crane,
blow it up and start all over again
Build a town,
be proud,
to show keep the name
Tobacco Road.
Cause it's home,
the only life I've ever ever knowed
I despite you cause,
you're filthy but I love you
cause you're home.
-Tobacco Road, by John D.Loudermilk.
