Sharecropper's Son

We moved here from somewhere when I was fourteen
Work was poor ground for bacon and beans
The landlord told me that the hard time were near
It didn’t mean a thing cause we’re already here

Daylight till dark my work’s never done
Lord have mercy on a sharecroppper’s son
Momma’s got the fever and the baby’s sick too
Papa’s downtown just soaking that brew
He’s just out of prison says he ain’t going back
Ain’t a blood hound in Georgia that can follow his track

Our crops were all wilted no rain day or night
Preacher’s here for dinner and we ain’t got a bite
Eleven in the family, ten daughters and a son
Momma’s just told us there’ll be another one