I'd like to tell you 'bout my home town But it's awfully hard to explain to a stranger It's been a year since I went down To the place where I was born and raised, sir
I gotta make it rich I'm getting tired of digging ditches back on the farm I got a girl I wanna marry and I know that she loves me Yes, I'm ready for work, I got my shirtsleeves rolled up around my arms I got a chance to make it rich in a textile factory
Well, my papa was a poor man but always did the best he could And he whipped my behind whenever I wasn't good There were six of us children in my family And not a single one of us has ever learned how to read
Well, I'm really not complaining my parents were the best you could have Well, I love my mama and I really respected my dad
Well, let me tell you that every Sunday morning we would dress in our Sunday clothes And we would listen to a sermon from the preacher about our good Lord Well, the preacher said "Child, be thankful for the food you eat" But my tastes are getting bigger I think I'll be traveling East
You know, I gotta make it rich I'm getting tired of digging ditches back on the farm I got a girl I wanna marry and I know that she loves me Yes, I'm ready for work I got my sleeves rolled up around my arms I got a chance to make it rich in a textile factory
Well, now listen here, brother, if you think you've got it bad Well, what do you think about the life I've had?
Well, my father said to me "Son, you know you've got to earn your keep" So I've been working from sunup to sundown since I was thirteen Well, my father said, "Boy, be thankful got a place to sleep" But I've been sleeping awful restless and I think I'll be moving East
You know, I gotta make it rich I'm getting tired of digging ditches back on the farm I got a girl I wanna marry and I know that she loves me Yes, I'm ready for work I got my sleeves rolled up around my arms I got a chance to make it rich in a textile factory
You know I gotta make it rich I'm getting tired of digging ditches back on the farm I got a girl I wanna marry and I know that she loves me Yes, I'm ready for work I got my sleeves rolled up around my arms I got a chance to make it rich in a textile factory
You know I gotta make it rich I'm getting tired of digging ditches back on the farm
Compositor: Emitt L Rhodes (Rhodes Emitt) ECAD: Obra #1538921