Livin` on whiskey dirt ain`t easy Lord when you`re little You might say it`s a mighty rough row to hold Sometimes you think that you won`t get no bigger (but I did) When you planted in whiskey dirt it`s hard to grow
The corn we raised on whiskey farm we stored in a jar and a gunny sack But it kept us eaten when dad couldn`t find any work It was hard to smile when you knew that folks were laughin` out loud behind your back It`s not much plant to do in the whiskey dirt Livin` on whiskey dirt... [ steel ] We had to survive so we worked all together everybody had his little thing to do I had to wash and boil `em Mason jars Mama did a fillin` and dad did a diggin` we had to keep it hid when we got through Later on papa did sell `em in the wagon yard Now livin` on whiskey dirt... Well livin` on whiskey dirt...
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