Tobacco
I left my home in Tennessee in 1869
Headed for the Black Patch, on the West Kentucky line
Plowed me out a livin’, I sowed the seed by hand
Put food on the table, bought by tobacco plants

Hard times fell on everyone, the buyers formed a trust
They drove the price to nothin’ on the leaves they bought from us
Some gave in to pressure and joined the farmers’ band
Tryin’ to force a greenback from brown tobacco plants

They called me “hillbilly”, an independent man
Busted up my plant bed and tried to burn my land
They came ridin’ through the night with fire in their hands
Good men turned to evil, all for tobacco plants

They found they’d never shake me, I’ze gonna stand my ground
My pistol started smokin’ when I cut the whole gang down
Justified, not guilty, the judge said from his stand
Seven widows weepin’, caused by tobacco plants

Today I sit here lookin’ out upon these rollin’ fields
I think about the failed attempt to break this farmer’s will
Through all these years of hard work I’ve come to understand
It takes more than just fertile ground to grow tobacco plants
Yeah it takes more than just fertile ground to grow tobacco plants