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I was born in a bunk

Mama died and my daddy got drunk

Left me here to die or grow

In the middle of Tobacco Road

I 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 Road

But it's home
