| I worked the land to raise a family
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| 'Til I was weary to the bone
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| But hard labor never bothered me
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| Lord it’s all I’ve ever known
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| To many seasons of calamity
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| And too much interest on a loan
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| I’m half the size that I used to be
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| And half of that is gone
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| The crops ain’t worth the seeding
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| Timber only gets you fire
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| The last hog I was feeding
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| I can hardly keep him alive
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| I got to do what I can to survive
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| I know the law won’t be forgiving
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| But that will be the choice I made
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| I used to farm for a living
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| And now I’m in the growing trade
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| The summer beauty of the cotton field
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| Was like a view from heaven’s door
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| My granddaddy said that harvest time
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| Was what the good Lord made us for
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| I guess you’d wonder where’s the dignity
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| In a crop you raise to burn
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| But this land is my legacy
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| I got nowhere else to turn
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| A shotgun on my shoulder
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| Where a tow sack ought to be
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| The thieves are getting bolder
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| And the feds may be wise to me
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| I got to quit this eventually
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| I know the law won’t be forgiving
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| But that will be the choice I made
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| I used to farm for a living
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| And now I’m in the growing trade
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| Hell, the copters and the distance?
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| Coming closer every day
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| There gonna meet some resistance
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| Ain’t no price too rich to pay
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| There won’t be any business
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| When they take it all away
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| Between the cop in the jailhouse
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| And a bed beneath the clay
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| I guess there’s nothing to do now but pray
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| I know the law won’t be forgiving
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| But that will be the choice I made
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| I used to farm for a living
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| And now I’m in the growing trade
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| I used to farm for a living
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| And now I’m in the growing trade |