Tobacco Road

I was born in a trunk.

Mama died and my daddy got drunk.

Left me here to die alone

In the middle of tobacco road.

Growin' up lord in a rusty shack,

And all I had was hangin' on my back.

Lord knows how I loathe

This place called Tobacco Road.

But it's home,

The only life, life, life I've ever known.

And I guess I can't help but

Loathe Tobacco.

Gonna leave, and get a job

With the help and the grace from above.

I'll save my money, get rich and old,

And I think I'll bring it all back to Tobacco Road.

Bring dynamite and a big old crane,

And I'll blow it up, start all over again.

I'm gonna build me a town, that Ill be proud to show.

And I think I'll give it the name Tobacco Road.

But it's home,

The only life I've ever known.

I guess I can't help but love you

'Cause you're home

Tobacco Road

Tobacco Road

Whoah, Tobacco Road

Bring dynamite and a big old crane,

I'll blow it up, tear it down and start all over again.

I guess I can't help but I love...

I love you...

Yeah...

Tobacco...!

I love you!

Oh I love you!

Oh I love you!

I love you!

I love you!

I love you!

I love you 'cause you're home

I'm talkin' 'bout Tobacco Road, yeah

Tobacco Road, yeah!