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