Lyrics Sharecropper's Son - Don Julin , Billy Strings

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

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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

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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

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