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 know