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We moved here from somewhere when I was fourteen Worked this poor ground for bacon and beans Landlord told me, hard times is near DidnÂ't mean a thing 'cause theyÂ're already here CHORUS Daylight till dark my workÂ's never done Lord have mercy on this sharecropperÂ's son MamaÂ's got the fever and the babyÂ's sick too PapaÂ's uptown soakinÂ' up that brew Just out of prison, says he ainÂ't going back AinÂ't a bloodhound in Georgia that can follow his tracks. (Repeat Chorus) We bought a new mule, brought him up from down south HeÂ'll kick the chew of tobacco right out of your mouth Water in the well nearly out of sight CanÂ't take a bath on a Saturday night. (Repeat Chorus) Our crops are all wilted, no rain day or night PreacherÂ's here for dinner, we ainÂ't got a bite Eleven in the family, ten Daughters and a son Mama just told us thereÂ'd be another one. |