Livin' on whiskey dirt ain't easy Lord when you're little

When you planted in whiskey dirt it's hard to grow

The corn we grew on whiskey farm we stored in a jar in a gunny sack

But it kept us eaten when daddy couldn't find any work

And it's hard to smile when you know that people

All laughin' out loud behind your back

And there's not much plowin' to do in the whiskey dirt

Livin' on whiskey dirt ain't easy Lord when you're little

You might say it's a mighty tough row to hold

Sometimes you think you ain't a gonna get no bigger

When you planted in whiskey dirt it's hard to grow

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We had to live so we all worked together and everybody had his little bit to do

I had to wash and boil 'em Mason jars

Mama did the fillin' and brother did the diggin'

We had to keep it hid when we got through

And later on papa did sell 'em in the wagon yard

Livin' on whiskey dirt...

Livin' on whiskey dirt ain't easy Lord when you're little

When you planted in whiskey dirt it's hard to grow