Livin' on whiskey dirt ain't easy Lord when you're little
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When you planted in whiskey dirt it's hard to grow
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The corn we grew on whiskey farm we stored in a jar in a gunny sack
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But it kept us eaten when daddy couldn't find any work
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And it's hard to smile when you know that people
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All laughin' out loud behind your back
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And there's not much plowin' to do in the whiskey dirt
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Livin' on whiskey dirt ain't easy Lord when you're little
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You might say it's a mighty tough row to hold
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Sometimes you think you ain't a gonna get no bigger
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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
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I had to wash and boil 'em Mason jars
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Mama did the fillin' and brother did the diggin'
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We had to keep it hid when we got through
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And later on papa did sell 'em in the wagon yard
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Livin' on whiskey dirt...
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Livin' on whiskey dirt ain't easy Lord when you're little
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When you planted in whiskey dirt it's hard to grow
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Whiskey Dirt
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| Jack Greene |
