Well I live all alone in Chickasaw County out on one-oh-nine Where the run-down barns and rusty tractors Are covered in kudzu vines Now for eighty-five years, my people raised cotton 'Til Granddaddy lost this land Now we're scattered all over this end of the state Gettin' by any way that we can, but
Under the kudzu, the mighty south lies sleepin' Dreamin' of glory that slowly slipped away And on nights like this, boys, I can almost hear her weepin' Out there, under the kudzu
If you follow that hot tar road down to Jackson You'll pass through Plantersville That's where I worked and spent my money Until they closed down the mill I got real bad to drink so my sweet Samantha Packed up her things and moved I hear she's a qualified beautician Workin' down in Baton Rouge, and
Under the kudzu, the mighty south lies sleepin' Dreamin' of glory that slowly slipped away And on nights like this, boys, I can almost hear her weepin' Out there, under the kudzu
Yes I'll walk on over to the pit stop market And buy me a Coke to drink I'll lay on this hood of this old Camaro And wait for the sun to sink
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On nights like this, boys, I can almost hear her weepin' Out there under the kudzu Out there under the kudzu
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