I was born in a trunk. Mama died and my daddy got drunk. Left me here to die alone In the middle of tobacco road.
Growin' up lord in a rusty shack, And all I had was hangin' on my back. Lord knows how I loathe This place called Tobacco Road.
But it's home, The only life, life, life I've ever known. And I guess I can't help but Loathe Tobacco.
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Gonna leave, and get a job With the help and the grace from above. I'll save my money, get rich and old, And I think I'll bring it all back to Tobacco Road.
Bring dynamite and a big old crane, And I'll blow it up, start all over again. I'm gonna build me a town, that Ill be proud to show. And I think I'll give it the name Tobacco Road.
But it's home, The only life I've ever known. I guess I can't help but love you 'Cause you're home
Tobacco Road Tobacco Road Whoah, Tobacco Road
Bring dynamite and a big old crane, I'll blow it up, tear it down and start all over again. I guess I can't help but I love... I love you... Yeah... Tobacco...!
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I love you! Oh I love you! Oh I love you! I love you! I love you! I love you!
(Vocalizing)
I love you 'cause you're home I'm talkin' 'bout Tobacco Road, yeah Tobacco Road, yeah!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
