Written by John D. Loudermilk
A slow-burning folk-blues about growing up in poverty in North Carolina: "Grew up in a rusty shack / All I owned was hangin' on my bony back." Over stark blues guitar lines and a spare percussion, the narrator tells of his dreams to leave and make some money out in the world. But he vows to return with big plans for his loved and hated home town: "Bring me dynamite and a crane / Blow it up and start all over again / Build a town, be proud to show / Keep the name Tobacco Road."
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