Lyrics Where Grass Won't Grow - Sammi Smith

Well the dirt was clay in the color of the blood in me
A twelve-acre farm on a ridge in South Tennessee
We left our sweat all over this ground
Behind the mill we watched grow old, row after row
Trying to raise corn and cotton in
Grounds so poor that grass won't grow

There was one old store in the holler we all called town
It belonged to a gentle old man named Henry Brown
He gave us credit in the wintertime to carry
Us through the cold when the wind would blow
Trying to raise corn and cotton in
Grounds so poor that grass won't grow

Well the one I love used to walk these fields with me
A hard-working man and true as one could be
But then one year death was going around and quickly took its toll
My Jimmy had to go
Now he lies there a-sleeping under
Grounds so poor that grass won't grow

As I stand here looking over this part of Tennessee
The fields are barren as far as the eye can see
But over the grave where my Jimmy lies
There's a beautiful sight to behold that nobody knows
Why there's flowers growing in grounds so poor that grass won't grow
Pretty flowers growing in grounds so poor that grass won't grow