Tobacco Road War (Ft. Eric Burdon)

[Tobacco Road]

I was born in a filthy dump
My mother died, my daddy got drunk
And they left me here, yes, to die or grow
In the middle of Tobacco Road

I grew up in prefabricated shack
When I went to high school
They pulled the clothes off my back
Lord above knows how much I loathe
This mean old place called Tobacco Road, yes

Tobacco Road, let me tell you now, Tobacco Road
Talking ’bout a road yeah, Tobacco Road, Lord
Talking ’bout your road, talking ’bout my road
Talking ’bout Tobacco Road, talking ’bout a road

But it’s home, hmm, yes it is
The only life I’ve ever known, I’ve ever known
And the Lord knows how much I loathe

Tobacco Road, road, road, road, road (road, road, road)
Talking ’bout your road (road, road, road)
Talking ’bout my road (road, road, road)
You know, baby (road, road, road)
I left my home, yeah (road, road, road)
Because it’s dirty and it’s filthy (road, road, road)
You know it’s crawling with rats, and stinking with lice (road, road, road)
But it’s home, yes it is (road, road, road)
I tell you what I’m gonna do (road, road, road)
I tell you what I’m gonna do (road, road, road)

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