Lyrics Tobacco Road - Disciplin A Kitschme

Tobacco Road

I was born in a filthy dump
My mother died
My daddy got drugged
And they left me here to die alone
In the middle of Tobacco Road
I grew up here from fabricated shack
When I went to high school
They took the clothes off my back
Lord above knows how much I love
This mean old place called Tobacco Road
Yes it’s hard
Only I might never know
And the Lord knows how much I love
Tobacco Road
In the midtown Tobacco Road
Talkin' 'bout the road
Talkin' 'bout Tobacco Road
Talkin' 'bout my road, your road