Dirt was clay and was the color of the blood in me A twelve acre farm on the rich south Tennessee We left our sweat all over that land Behind a mule we watched go cold Trying to grow corn and cotton on ground So poor the grass won't grow There was one old store in the hot we all called Timmins It belonged to a gentle old man named Henry Brown He gave us bread and in the winter time So we could live through the cold When the winds caught snow Tryin' to grow corn and cotton on ground So poor that grass won't grow Oh the woman I loved walked through those fields with me She was a hard workin' woman and true as one could be Oh but then one year death was goin' round And swiftly took it's toll Janie had to go Now she lies in sleep under ground So poor that grass won't grow As I stand here looking over this part of Tennessee The fields are bare as far as the eye can see North, the grains where Janie lies There's a beautiful sun to behold And no one knows Now there's flowers is growin' on ground So poor that grass won't grow Now there's flower's growin on ground So poor that grass won't grow
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