Jack The Tobacco Farmer

Jack The Tobacco Farmer

He was the best tobacco farmer
Back when tobacco was in style
He sweated blood on 30 acres
For the best part of his life
Dedication unsurpassed, he was there from dawn to dusk
And everyone around knew the kind of man he was
No, theres never been a soul to work harder
Than Jack the tobacco farmer

Year after year he broke the hard ground
With his ol' 40 horse Ford mule
Til' the cost of livin' stopped him
From farming like he used to
He didn't want another crop, it was just necessity
When Jack started growin' a different kind of weed
Gotta' pay the bills one way or another
Thought Jack the tobacco Farmer

Word got around, you know how a small town can talk
Jack turned at every sound as his nervous hand cut every stalk
But he was only doing the only thing he knew
Living off the land, just to pay the mortgage due
Wearin' overalls and working under cover, as Jack the tobacco Farmer

Then one day the DEA busted right through Jacks back fence
And he knew that it was over, cause they had all the evidence
But before they hauled him off, people started pouring in
Soon the whole town show up to take the blame for him
So the Feds left empty-handed in their copter
Without Jack the tobacco farmer

Word got around, you know how a small town can talk
Nobody turned their back on the man with his back against the wall
So to show his graditude, jack gave up growing weed
Now it's only rows of corn far as the eye can see
Gotta' shuck a lot to be a good moonshiner
Like Jack the tobacco farmer
No, theres never a soul to work harder
Than Jack the tobacco farmer