Where Grass Won't Grow Lyrics

Sammi Smith Where Grass Won't Grow

Well, the dirt was clay and was the color of the blood
in me
A twelve acre farm on a ridge in south Tennessee
We left our sweat all over this ground
Behind a mule we watched grow old row after row
Tryin' to grow corn and cotton in ground so poor that
grass won't grow.
There was one old store in the holler we all called
town
It belonged to a gentle old man named Henry Brown
He gave us credit in the winter time to carry us
through the cold
When the wind would blow

Tryin' to raise corn and cotton in ground so poor that
grass won't grow.
Well, the one I loved used to walk those fields with me
A hard working man true as one could be.
But then one year death was goin' round and quickly
took its toll
My Jimmy had to go
Now he lies there a sleepin' under ground so poor that
grass won't grow.
As I stand here looking over this part of Tennessee
The fields are bare as far as the eye can see
And over the grave where my Jimmy lies there's a
beautiful sight to behold
And nobody knows
Why there's flowers growin' in ground so poor that
grass won't grow.
Pretty flowers growin' in ground so poor that grass
won't grow...