Whiskey Dirt

Livin' on whiskey dirt ain't easy Lord when you're little



When you planted in whiskey dirt it's hard to grow



The corn we grew on whiskey farm we stored in a jar in a gunny sack



But it kept us eaten when daddy couldn't find any work



And it's hard to smile when you know that people



All laughin' out loud behind your back



And there's not much plowin' to do in the whiskey dirt



Livin' on whiskey dirt ain't easy Lord when you're little



You might say it's a mighty tough row to hold



Sometimes you think you ain't a gonna get no bigger



When you planted in whiskey dirt it's hard to grow



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We had to live so we all worked together and everybody had his little bit to do



I had to wash and boil 'em Mason jars



Mama did the fillin' and brother did the diggin'



We had to keep it hid when we got through



And later on papa did sell 'em in the wagon yard



Livin' on whiskey dirt...



Livin' on whiskey dirt ain't easy Lord when you're little



When you planted in whiskey dirt it's hard to grow