Tobacco Town

He used to preach to the ground sitting down in a rusty pulpit
As he prayed his congregation would grow tall and green
He’d seen hard times but he wasn’t the quitting kind
‘Cause everything he ever loved was living in

Tobacco Town, the place I trace my roots to
Tobacco Town, where the grace of God got in my soul then I knew
Why the hard of heart and hand stick around Tobacco Town
Oh how I love Tobacco Town

Used to teach me everything he knew about these fertile fields
Handed down the obligation to pick up where he left off
The cost is high, but so is my pride
And I’ll be damned if I make my family leave

Tobacco Town, the place I trace my roots to
Tobacco Town, where the grace of God got in my soul then I knew
Why the hard of heart and hand stick around Tobacco Town
Oh how I love Tobacco Town
Why the hard of heart and hand stick around Tobacco Town
Oh how I love Tobacco Town
Tobacco Town