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The dirt wDas clay and was the color Gof the blood in me D
A Dtwelve acre farm on a Gridge in south TennesAsee
We Bmleft that sweat all Aover that land behind a Gmule we watched grow old row after Drow
Trying to Dgrow corn and cotton on Gground so poor that Agrass Gwon?t Dgrow
There was Done old store in the Ghollow we all called Dtown
It beDlonged to a gentle old Gman named Henry ABrown
He Bmgave us credit in the Awintertime so we could Glive through the cold when the wind brought Bmsnow
Trying to Dgrow corn and cotton on Gground so Empoor that Agrass Gwon?t Dgrow
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The Done I loved walked Gthrough those fields with Dme
She was a Dhard working woman Gtrue as one could Abe
But Bmthen one year death was Agoing ?round and Gswiftly took it?s toll, Janie had to Dgo
Now she Dlies asleep under Gground so poor that Agrass Gwon?t Dgrow
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As I Estand here looking over Athis part of TennesEsee
The Efields are bare as Afar as the eye can B7see
And C#mover the grave where EJanie lies there?s a Abeautiful sight to behold And no one Eknows
Why there?s Eflowers growing on Aground so poor that B7grass Awon?t Dgrow
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