Oh Lord,
won't you let me stay in the place where I was born
In the fields granddaddy tilled and all my seeds are sown
Ain't no love for a poor dirt farmer,
a chinny white southern sow
And the water's high and the bills are due and the levy tumblin' down
Daddy owned the baker man
and the river's overflown
That river washed us all away Left us right here in the mud
Over a hundred years my family been here,
finished,
crept and by
We just some good old country folks tryin' to weather the storm
How we gonna pay when the interest rate done got higher
than the corn
Ain't no man gonna take it away,
cause it's deep down in my blood
Who
says drinkin' through the stench?
Let me talk at home where my third house sits a couple
City guys in suits and ties Bet they can't feel this crosshair right
between the eyes I got No place to go and no place to run
Just a dirt farmer's boy with his granddaddy gone
If I cross that line I'm gonna tell you son we all gonna die