Tobacco Road - Disciplin A Kitschme

I was born in a filthy dump

My mother died

My daddy got drugged

And they left me here to die alone

In the middle of Tobacco Road

I grew up here from fabricated shack

When I went to high school

They took the clothes off my back

Lord above knows how much I love

This mean old place called Tobacco Road

Yes it’s hard

Only I might never know

And the Lord knows how much I love

Tobacco Road

In the midtown Tobacco Road

Talkin' 'bout the road

Talkin' 'bout Tobacco Road

Talkin' 'bout my road, your road