.Well I live all alone in Chickasaw County
Way out on 109
Where the run-down barns and rusty tractors
Are covered in Kudzu vines
For eighty-five years my people raised cotton
Till granddaddy lost this land
Now we're scattered all over this end of the state
Gettin' b.
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