Sharecropper's Son

We moved here from somewhere when i was fourteen Worked this poor ground for bacon and beans Landlord told me that the hard times are near It didn't mean a thing 'cause they're already here Mama's got the fever and the baby's sick too Papa's downtown just soakin' up that booze Just out of prison, says he's never goin' back Ain't a bloodhound in georgia that can follow his track We bought a new mule, brought him up from down south He'll kick the chewin' tobacco right out of your mouth Water in the well nearly clear out of sight Can't take a bath on a saturday night Crops are all wilted, no rain day or night Preacher come for dinner, we ain't got a bite Eleven in the family, ten daughters and a son Mama just told us there'll be another one