Capo 2nd fret

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 Hardest work that ever I done, was done beneath that burning sun

 Hauling that tobacco around to cure.

I would chop that wicked weed til my hands and fingers bleed

 Working like a mule maybe more

 We've been farming on this land since 1810

 Through flood, drought and pestilence and war

 Now I sure am sad to say that I lived to see this day

 And we don't grow tobacco around here no more!

Chorus

 We don't grow, we don't grow

 Oh, it's still the only work we'll ever know

 Well, we don't grow, we don't grow

 We don't grow tobacco around here no more!

 Grandpa told me this, I know Change is coming won't be slow

 Knocking just like a thunder at the door

Barren fields are all around, empty barns just falling down

 Well Iron weeds coming up through the floor

 Once we growed it by the pound Now the kids all moved to town

 And all that's left are elderly and poor

 Now I sure am sad to say That I will live to see this day

 And we don't grow tobacco around here no more

 We don't grow, we don't grow

 Oh, it's still the only work we'll ever know

 Well, we don't grow, we don't grow

 We don't grow tobacco around here no more!

Whoooo yes I sure am sad to say This way of life has gone away

 Now that we don't grow tobacco around here no more

 Well, No we don't grow tobacco around here no more!