I am a son of the working class But a penny to my name I'm going back to Dabbylass Where all the folks are all the same ♪ Your father says I was born low And I can never afford your hand But with all the trials in this cruel old life There's promise in the promise land ♪ I got dirt in me nails and in me teeth But note in me pockets or in me cup It's a dark road, I'm a-going back down Perhaps, I'll never come back up ♪ It's fare the well to you, my love I am returning from where I came So forget you ever knew me, love I won't be coming back again