Sharecropper's Son

We moved here from somewhere when I was fourteen Worked this poor ground for bacon and beans Landlord told me, hard times is near Didn’t mean a thing 'cause they’re already here CHORUS Daylight till dark my work’s never done Lord have mercy on this sharecropper’s son Mama’s got the fever and the baby’s sick too Papa’s uptown soakin’ up that brew Just out of prison, says he ain’t going back Ain’t a bloodhound in Georgia that can follow his tracks. (Repeat Chorus) We bought a new mule, brought him up from down south He’ll kick the chew of tobacco right out of your mouth Water in the well nearly out of sight Can’t take a bath on a Saturday night. (Repeat Chorus) Our crops are all wilted, no rain day or night Preacher’s here for dinner, we ain’t got a bite Eleven in the family, ten Daughters and a son Mama just told us there’d be another one.