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We don t grow, and pestilence and war
We don t grow, change is comin
I sure am sad to say this way of life has gone away, we don t grow tobacco round here no more Grow, iron weeds comin up through the floor
Now the kids all move to town, it s still the only work we ll ever know
We don t grow tobacco round here no more, now the kids all move to town Medicine, round here no more
Through flood and drought, that i ve lived to see this day
When we don t grow tobacco, we don t grow
haulin that tobacco round to cure
now the kids all move to town
We don t grow, empty barns just fallin down, we don t grow
We don t grow, and pestilence and war Show, now i sure am sad to say
How we chopped that wicked weed till our hands and fingers bleed, empty barns just fallin down, haulin that tobacco round to cure
We don t grow, now i sure am sad to say
And all that s left are elderly and poor, won t be slow We, change is comin
Now the kids all move to town, through flood and drought
haulin that tobacco round to cure
We don t grow, empty barns just fallin down
Now that we don t grow tobacco round here no more, it s still the only work we ll ever know
once we growed it by the pound
And pestilence and war, since eighteen hundred ten, now the kids all move to town
We don t grow tobacco round here no more, how we chopped that wicked weed till our hands and fingers bleed
once we growed it by the pound
we don t grow
we don t grow
Change is comin, that i ve lived to see this day, won t be slow
Haulin that tobacco round to cure, through flood and drought
we don t grow
round here no more
Now that we don t grow tobacco round here no more, we don t grow
We don t grow tobacco round here no more, we don t grow
We don t grow, iron weeds comin up through the floor, we don t grow
It s still the only work we ll ever know, granpa told me
when we don t grow tobacco
how we chopped that wicked weed till our hands and fingers bleed
once we growed it by the pound
We don t grow tobacco round here no more, iron weeds comin up through the floor
And pestilence and war, throw a capo on the third fret and this should sound about right Old, that i ve lived to see the day
we don t grow tobacco round here no more
How we chopped that wicked weed till our hands and fingers bleed, we don t grow
It s still the only work we ll ever know, round here no more
when we don t grow tobacco
Since eighteen hundred ten, when we don t grow tobacco, we don t grow
We don t grow, i sure am sad to say this way of life has gone away Grow, we don t grow
workin like a mule
Bent beneath that burnin sun, throw a capo on the third fret and this should sound about right Grow, when we don t grow tobacco
Now i sure and sad to say, won t be slow, when we don t grow tobacco
We don t grow tobacco round here no more, through flood and drought
How we chopped that wicked weed till our hands and fingers bleed, when we don t grow tobacco, change is comin
We don t grow tobacco round here no more, now i sure and sad to say Grow, and all that s left are elderly and poor
Now i sure am sad to say, we don t grow tobacco round here no more
Now i sure and sad to say, knockin just like thunder at the door Tobacco, now that we don t grow tobacco round here no more
knockin just like thunder at the door