Sharecropper´s Son

We moved here from Summers when I was fourteen

Worked this poor ground for bacon and beans

The landlord told me that hard times were near

Didn’t mean a thing cause they’re already here

Daylight till dark my work´s never done

Lord have mercy on a sharecropper´s son

Momma’s got the fever and the baby´s sick too

Poppa´s uptown soakin´ up that brew

Just out of prison said he ain´t going back

Ain´t a blood hound in Georgia that can follow his track

Daylight till dark my work´s never done

Lord have mercy on a sharecropper´s son

We bought a new mule brought him up from down south

He’d kick the chew of tobacco right out of your mouth

Water in the well is barely out of sight

Can´t take a bath on a Saturday night

Daylight till dark my work´s never done

Lord have mercy on a sharecropper´s son

Our crops are all wilted no rain day or night

The preacher’s here for dinner we ain’t got a bite

Eleven in the family ten daughter’s and a son

And momma’s just told us there’d be another one

Daylight till dark my work´s never done

Lord have mercy on a sharecropper´s son