Livin' on whiskey dirt ain't easy Lord when you're little
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You might say it's a mighty rough row to hold
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Sometimes you think that you won't get no bigger (but I did)
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When you planted in whiskey dirt it's hard to grow
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The corn we raised on whiskey farm we stored in a jar and a gunny sack
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But it kept us eaten when dad couldn't find any work
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It was hard to smile when you knew that folks were laughin' out loud behind your back
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It's not much plant to do in the whiskey dirt
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Livin' on whiskey dirt...
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[ steel ]
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We had to survive so we worked all together everybody had his little thing to do
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I had to wash and boil 'em Mason jars
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Mama did a fillin' and dad did a diggin' we had to keep it hid when we got through
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Later on papa did sell 'em in the wagon yard
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Now livin' on whiskey dirt...
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Well livin' on whiskey dirt...
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Whiskey Dirt
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Kenny Price |