Tobacco is hanging in an old gray barn
  A black snake is sunning in the weeds
  Three crows are stealing worms from the fresh plowed earth
  The crops have already gone to seed
  
  Chorus
  These are the hills where my daddy was born
  Grainger County Tennessee
  The homestead is gone but the legacy lives on
  In the name that has been handed down to me
  
  A farmers child one of twelve
  Cut the rows with a two mule team
  They doubled up on the whole workload
  His momma died before he even saw thirteen
  
  Education was a luxury money they didn?t have to spend
  But he did alright as far as I can see
  Ain?t met a man yet that?s half as wise as him
  
  They broke their bread with the same hands that broke the soil
  They held them hands together when they prayed
  They never failed to give thanks up above
  To the good Lord from whence it came