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Livin' on whiskey dirt ain't easy Lord when you're littleYou might say it's a mighty rough row to holdSometimes you think that you won't get no bigger (but I did)When you planted in whiskey dirt it's hard to growThe corn we raised on whiskey farm we stored in a jar and a gunny sackBut it kept us eaten when dad couldn't find any workIt was hard to smile when you knew that folks were laughin' out loud behind your backIt's not much plant to do in the whiskey dirtLivin' on whiskey dirtWe had to survive so we worked all together everybody had his little thing to doI had to wash and boil 'em Mason jarsMama did a fillin' and dad did a diggin' we had to keep it hid when we got throughLater on papa did sell 'em in the wagon yardNow livin' on whiskey dirtWell livin' on whiskey dirt From Letras Mania