| I was born in a bunk
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| Mother died and my daddy got drunk
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| Left me here to die or grow
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| In the middle of Tobacco Road
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| Grew up in a dusty shack
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| And all I had was a’hangin' on my back
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| Only you know 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 I’ve ever known
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| Only you know how I loathe
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| Tobacco Road
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| I’m gonna leave and get a job
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| With the help and the grace from above
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| Save some money, get rich I know
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| Bring it back to Tobacco Road
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| Bring Dynamite and a crane
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| Blow you up, start all over again
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| Build a town be proud to show
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| Give the name Tobacco Road
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| Cause it’s home
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| The only life I’ve ever known
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| Oh I despise and disapprove you
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| But I love ya, 'cause it’s home |