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I was born in a dump |
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My mama died and my daddy got drunk |
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They left me here to die or grow |
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In the middle of tobacco road |
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I grew up in a rusty shack |
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All I owe I'll wear on my back |
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Oh good lord knows how i loathe |
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This place I called tobacco road, hoah! |
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And it's hard, |
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But it's only way I've ever known I could live |
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I despise you cos 'your filthy |
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I love you cause your home 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 god |
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I'm gonna save all my money and get rich one day |
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And bring it back to tobacco road |
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And it's hard baby |
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But it's only way I've ever known i could live |
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I despise you cos you're filthy |
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I love you cause your home tobacco road |
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Bring all dynamite and I'll bring old crane |
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I'm gonna blow it up and tear it down and start it all over again |
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I will build me a town so then I could be proud |
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I think I'll keep the name tobacco road |
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Oh but it's hard |
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There's a only way i've ever known I could live baby |
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I despise you cos 'your filthy |
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I love you cause your home tobacco road, yeah |