Frank Ifield 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 rusty shack, all I had was hangin' on my back. Only Lord knows how I loathe this place called Tobacco Road.
But it's home, the only life I ever know But the Lord knows how I loathe Tobacco Road.
Gonna leave, get a job with the help and the grace of God. Save some money, get rich and old, bring it back to Tobacco Road.
Bring that dynamite and a crane, blow it up, start all over again. Build a town, be proud to show. Gives the name Tobacco Road.
But it's home, the only life I ever known. Only you know how I loathe Tobacco Road.
