| We moved here from somewhere when I was fourteen
|
| Worked this poor ground for bacon and beans
|
| Landlord told me, hard times is near
|
| Didn’t mean a thing 'cause they’re already here
|
| Daylight till dark my work’s never done
|
| Lord have mercy on this sharecropper’s son
|
| Mama’s got the fever and the baby’s sick too
|
| Papa’s uptown soakin' up that brew
|
| Just out of prison, says he ain’t going back
|
| Ain’t a bloodhound in Georgia that can follow his tracks
|
| Daylight till dark my work’s never done
|
| Lord have mercy on this sharecropper’s son
|
| Mama’s got the fever and the baby’s sick too
|
| Papa’s uptown soakin' up that brew
|
| Just out of prison, says he ain’t going back
|
| Ain’t a bloodhound in Georgia that can follow his tracks
|
| We bought a new mule, brought him up from down south
|
| He’ll kick the chew of tobacco right out of your mouth
|
| Water in the well nearly out of sight
|
| Can’t take a bath on a Saturday night
|
| Daylight till dark my work’s never done
|
| Lord have mercy on this sharecropper’s son
|
| Mama’s got the fever and the baby’s sick too
|
| Papa’s uptown soakin' up that brew
|
| Just out of prison, says he ain’t going back
|
| Ain’t a bloodhound in Georgia that can follow his tracks
|
| Our crops are all wilted, no rain day or night
|
| Preacher’s here for dinner, we ain’t got a bite
|
| Eleven in the family, ten Daughters and a son
|
| Mama just told us there’d be another one |