.Oh Lord won't you let me stay in the place where I was born
In the fields Granddaddy tilled and all my seeds are sown
Ain't no love for a poor dirt farmer, genuine son of the South
And the water's high and the bills are, too, and levy tumbling down
Daddy owed the banker man.
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