We moved here from Summers when I was fourteen Worked this poor ground for bacon and beans The landlord told me that hard times were near Didn't mean a thing cause they're already here Daylight till dark my work's never done Lord have mercy on a sharecropper's son Momma's got the fever and the baby's sick too Poppa's uptown soakin' up that brew Just out of prison said he ain't going back Ain't a blood hound in Georgia that can follow his track Repeat #2 We bought a new mule brought him up from down south He'd kick the chew of tobacco right out of your mouth Water in the well is barely out of sight Can't take a bath on a Saturday night Repeat #2 Our crops are all wilted no rain day or night The preacher's here for dinner we ain't got a bite Eleven in the family ten daughter's and a son And momma's just told us there'd be another one Repeat #2