Songtexte:
Tobacco

here to die or grow In the middle of Tobacco Road Grew up in a rusty shack All I had was hanging on my back Only you know how I loathe This place called Tobacco

or grow In the middle of Tobacco Road Grew up in a dusty shack And all I had was a'hangin' on my back Only you know how I loathe This place called Tobacco

or grow In the middle of Tobacco Road Grew up in a dusty shack And all I had was a'hangin' on my back Only you know how I loathe This place called Tobacco

Tobacco Road Tobacco Road Tobacco Road Tobacco Road Tobacco Road But it's home yes the only life I've ever known and the lord knows how much I loathe Tobacco

me here to die alone In the middle of Tobacco Road Growin' up rusty shack All I had was hangin' on my back Only you know how I loathe This place called Tobacco

taller than the God we once believed in The butcher and his crown raped the land we used to sleep in Now tomorrow chimes of ghostly crimes that haunt Tobacco

orange glow, let our love flow No Romeo, no Juliet, what we got is deeper than that Let's stay in bed, watch TV, and shag tobacco I want you, I want you

(G. Johnson) Well, she dialed a phone number Well, she dialed a phone number Well, she dialed a phone number Written on tobacco hand And her words

I heard you what the problem is I didn't hear you both You're coming through Like weird electric jive Bumming your role I'm playing your role Will you