Because I want it around here, don't make it so Sitting in the middle of this corn field My daddy warned me to go Highway 41 I know and just where it goes I can't, I want but I won't Damn this dry county and number nine coal I wish we didn't need the heat so bad But Christ it's getting cold No job here and nine fingers But that's the way it goes There's not much left here now, but I wonder If I could stir at with this old stick What would float? I used to like this living. working the land When my daddy was alive it made a lot more sense But things was different back then Now he's gone. most of my friends too And I've got the itch when a little luck would do I can't, I won't, I can't move A Band-Aid, cigarettes, this land I walk I'm not going to worry about the Chevrolet Troubles I've got enough Now Nancy's packed and wants an answer from me Or says she s not coming back There's not much left here now, but I wonder If I could stir at with this old stick What would float? There's not much left I know but I wonder If I should spend a little more But I don't knowTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
