Capo 2
Hardest work that ever I done, was done beneath that burning sun
Hauling that tobacco around to cure.
I would chop that wicked weed til my hands and fingers bleed
Working like a mule maybe more
We ve been farming on this land since 1810
Through flood, drought and pestilence and war
Now I sure am sad to say that I lived to see this day
And we don t grow tobacco around here no more!
Chorus:
We don t grow, we don t grow
Oh, it s still the only work we ll ever know
Well, we don t grow, we don t grow
We don t grow tobacco around here no more!
Grandpa told me this, I know Change is coming won t be slow
Knocking just like a thunder at the door
Barren fields are all around, empty barns just falling down
Well Iron weeds coming up through the floor
Once we growed it by the pound Now the kids all moved to town
And all that s left are elderly and poor
Now I sure am sad to say That I will live to see this day
And we don t grow tobacco around here no more
We don t grow, we don t grow
Oh, it s still the only work we ll ever know
Well, we don t grow, we don t grow
We don t grow tobacco around here no more!
Whoooo yes I sure am sad to say This way of life has gone away
Now that we don t grow tobacco around here no more
Well, No we don t grow tobacco around here no more!