I was born in a trunk.
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Mama died and my daddy got drunk.
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Left me here to die alone
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in the middle of Tobacco Road.
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Growin' up rusty shack,
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all I had was hangin' on my back.
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Only you know how I loathe
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this place called Tobacco Road.
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But it's home, the only life I ever known.
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Only you know how I loathe Tobacco Road.
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Gonna leave, get a job
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with the help and the grace from above.
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Save some money, get rich and old,
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bring it back to Tobacco Road.
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But it's home, the only life I ever known.
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Only you know how I loathe Tobacco Road.
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Bring that dynamite and a crane,
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blow it up, start all over again.
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Build a town, be proud to show.
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Gives the name Tobacco Road.
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Tobacco Road
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| David Lee Roth |
