I was born in a bunk
Mama died and my daddy got drunk
Left me here to die or grow
In the middle of Tobacco Road.
Grew up in a dusty shack
All I had was a-hanging on my back
And only you know how I loathe
The place called Tobacco Road.
But it's home
The only life I've ever know
Only you know how I loathe
Oohh, Tobacco Road.
I'm gonna leave and get a job
And with some help and grace from above
Save some money, an' get rich enough
And bring it back to Tobacco Road.
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