I was born in a trunk.

Mama died and my daddy got drunk.

Left me here to die alone

in the middle of Tobacco Road.

Growin' up rusty shack,

all I had was hangin' on my back.

Only you know how I loathe

this place called Tobacco Road.

But it's home, the only life I ever known.

Only you know how I loathe Tobacco Road.

Gonna leave, get a job

with the help and the grace from above.

Save some money, get rich and old,

bring it back to Tobacco Road.

But it's home, the only life I ever known.

Only you know how I loathe Tobacco Road.

Bring that dynamite and a crane,

blow it up, start all over again.

Build a town, be proud to show.

Gives the name Tobacco Road.