| I was born in a trunk
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| Mama died and my daddy got drunk
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| Left me here to die alone
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| In the middle of Tobacco Road
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| Growin' up, lord, in a rusty shack
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| And all I had was hangin' on my back
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| Lord knows how I loathe
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| This place called Tobacco Road
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| But it’s home
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| The only life, life, life I’ve ever known
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| And I guess I can’t help but
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| Loathe Tobacco
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| Gonna leave and get a job
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| With the help and the grace from above
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| I’ll save my money, get rich and old
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| And I think I’ll bring it all back to Tobacco Road
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| Bring dynamite and a big old crane
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| And I’ll blow it up, start all over again
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| I’m gonna build me a town, that I’ll be proud to show
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| And I think I’ll give it the name Tobacco Road
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| But it’s home
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| The only life I’ve ever known
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| I guess I can’t help but love you
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| 'Cause you’re home
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| Tobacco Road
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| Tobacco Road
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| Woah, Tobacco Road
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| Bring dynamite and a big old crane
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| I’ll blow it up, tear it down and start all over again
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| I guess I can’t help but I love
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| I love you, yeah, Tobacco
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| I love you
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| Oh I love you, oh I love you
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| I love you, I love you, I love you
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| I love you 'cause you’re home
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| I’m talkin' 'bout Tobacco Road, yeah
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| Tobacco Road, yeah |