Where Grass Won't Grow

The dirt was clay and the color of the blood in me
 A twelve-acre farm on a ridge in south Tennessee
 We left our sweat all over that land
 Behind a mule we watched grow old
 Row after row
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 Trying to grow corn and cotton on ground so poor
 That grass won't grow
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 There was one old store in the holler that we called town
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 It belonged to a gentle old man named Henry Brown
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 And he gave us grit in the wintertime
 So we could go through the cold
 When the winds brought snow
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 Trying to grow corn and cotton on ground so poor
 That grass won't grow
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 The one I loved walked through those fields with me
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 A hard-working woman, true as one could ever be
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 But then one year, death was going around
 And swiftly took its toll
 And Janie had to go
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 Now she lies asleep under the ground so poor
 That grass won't grow
 As I stand here looking over this part of Tennessee
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 The fields were bare as far as the eye could see
 And over the grave where Janie lies
 There's a beautiful sight to behold
 No one knows
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 Why there's flowers growin' on ground so poor
 That grass won't grow
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 Why there's flowers growin' on ground so poor
 That grass won't grow