We moved here from somewhere when I was fourteen
Worked this poor ground for bacon and beans
Landlord told me, hard times is near
Didnt mean a thing 'cause theyre already here
CHORUS
Daylight till dark my works never done
Lord have mercy on this sharecroppers son
Mamas got the fever and the babys sick too
Papas uptown soakin up that brew
Just out of prison, says he aint going back
Aint a bloodhound in Georgia that can follow his tracks.
(Repeat Chorus)
We bought a new mule, brought him up from down south
Hell kick the chew of tobacco right out of your mouth
Water in the well nearly out of sight
Cant take a bath on a Saturday night. (Repeat Chorus)
Our crops are all wilted, no rain day or night
Preachers here for dinner, we aint got a bite
Eleven in the family, ten Daughters and a son
Mama just told us thered be another one.