G
Hardest work that ever I done, was done beneath that burning sun
D G
Hauling that tobacco around to cure.
I would chop that wicked weed til my hands and fingers bleed
D G
Working like a mule maybe more
C G
We've been farming on this land since 1810
Em C D
Through flood, drought and pestilence and war
G
Now I sure am sad to say that I lived to see this day
D G
And we don't grow tobacco around here no more!
C G
We don't grow, we don't grow
D
Oh, it's still the only work we'll ever know
C G
Well, we don't grow, we don't grow
D G
We don't grow tobacco around here no more!
G
Grandpa told me this, I know Change is coming won't be slow
D G
Knocking just like a thunder at the door
Barren fields are all around, empty barns just falling down
D G
Well Iron weeds coming up through the floor
C G
Once we growed it by the pound Now the kids all moved to town
Em C D
And all that's left are elderly and poor
G
Now I sure am sad to say That I will live to see this day
D G
And we don't grow tobacco around here no more
C G
We don't grow, we don't grow
D
Oh, it's still the only work we'll ever know
C G
Well, we don't grow, we don't grow
D G
We don't grow tobacco around here no more!
Whoooo yes I sure am sad to say This way of life has gone away
D G
Now that we don't grow tobacco around here no more
D G
Well, No we don't grow tobacco around here no more!