Whiskey Dirt — текст песни (Kenny Price)





Livin` on whiskey dirt ain`t easy Lord when you`re little
You might say it`s a mighty rough row to hold
Sometimes you think that you won`t get no bigger (but I did)
When you planted in whiskey dirt it`s hard to grow

The corn we raised on whiskey farm we stored in a jar and a gunny sack
But it kept us eaten when dad couldn`t find any work
It was hard to smile when you knew that folks were laughin` out loud behind your back
It`s not much plant to do in the whiskey dirt
Livin` on whiskey dirt...
[ steel ]
We had to survive so we worked all together everybody had his little thing to do
I had to wash and boil `em Mason jars
Mama did a fillin` and dad did a diggin` we had to keep it hid when we got through
Later on papa did sell `em in the wagon yard
Now livin` on whiskey dirt...
Well livin` on whiskey dirt...



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