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Hardest work that ever I done, was done beneath that burning sun

Hauling that tobacco around to cure.

I would chop that wicked weed til my hands and fingers bleed

Working like a mule maybe more

We've been farming on this land since 1810

Through flood, drought and pestilence and war

Now I sure am sad to say that I lived to see this day

And we don't grow tobacco around here no more!

Chorus

We don't grow, we don't grow

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

Well, we don't grow, we don't grow

We don't grow tobacco around here no more!

Grandpa told me this, I know Change is coming won't be slow

Knocking just like a thunder at the door

Barren fields are all around, empty barns just falling down

Well Iron weeds coming up through the floor

Once we growed it by the pound Now the kids all moved to town

And all that's left are elderly and poor

Now I sure am sad to say That I will live to see this day

And we don't grow tobacco around here no more

We don't grow, we don't grow

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

Well, we don't grow, we don't grow

We don't grow tobacco around here no more!

Whoooo yes I sure am sad to say This way of life has gone away

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

Well, No we don't grow tobacco around here no more!