Текст песни Kenny Price - Whiskey Dirt
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Livin` on whiskey dirt ain`t easy Lord when you`re littleYou might say it`s a mighty rough row to holdSometimes you think that you won`t get no bigger (but I did)When you planted in whiskey dirt it`s hard to growThe corn we raised on whiskey farm we stored in a jar and a gunny sackBut it kept us eaten when dad couldn`t find any workIt was hard to smile when you knew that folks were laughin` out loud behind your backIt`s not much plant to do in the whiskey dirtLivin` on whiskey dirt...[ steel ]We had to survive so we worked all together everybody had his little thing to doI had to wash and boil `em Mason jarsMama did a fillin` and dad did a diggin` we had to keep it hid when we got throughLater on papa did sell `em in the wagon yardNow livin` on whiskey dirt...Well livin` on whiskey dirt...