We Don’t Grow Tobacco

Throw a capo on the third fret and this should sound about right.

Hardest work that ever

I done, bent beneath that burnin' sun

Haulin' that tobacco 'round to cure

How we chopped that wicked **** 'till our hands and fingers bleed

Workin' like a mule, maybe more

We been farmin' on this land

Since eighteen hundred ten

Through flood and drought

And pestilence and war

Now I sure am sad to say

That I've lived to see this day

When we don't grow tobacco '

Round here no more

We don't grow, we don't grow

Oh, it's still the only work we'll ever know

We don't grow, we don't grow

We don't grow tobacco 'round here no more

Granpa told me, this

I know, change is comin', won't be slow

Knockin' just like thunder at the door

Fallow fields are all around, empty barns just fallin' down

Iron ***** comin' up through the floor

Once we growed it by the pound

Now the kids all move to town

And all that's left are elderly and poor

Now I sure and sad to say

That I've lived to see the day

When we don't grow tobacco '

Round here no more

We don't grow, we don't grow

Oh, it's still the only work we'll ever know

We don't grow, we don't grow

We don't grow tobacco 'round here no more

Yes, I sure am sad to say this way of life has gone away

Now that we don't grow tobacco 'round here no more

We don't grow tobacco 'round here no more