Well I live all alone in Chickasaw County
Out on the 109
Where the rundown barns and rusty tractors
Are covered in kudzu vine
Now for 85 years my people raised cotton
'Til granddaddy lost this land
Now we're scattered all over this end of the state
Gettin' by anyway that we can
But..
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Under the kudzu, the mighty South lies sleepin'
Dreamin' of glory, that slowly slipped away
And on nights like this, boys, I can almost hear her weepin'
Out there under the kudzu
If you follow that hot tar road down to Jackson
You'll pa** through Plantersville
That's where I worked and spent my money
Until they closed down the mill
I got real bad to-drinks and my sweet Samantha
Packed up her things and moved
I hear she's a qualified beautician
Workin' down in Baton Rouge
And...
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Yes I walk on over to the Pit Stop Market
And buy me a Coke to drink
I lay on the hood of this old Camaro
And wait for the sun to sink
On nights like this, boys, I can almost hear her weepin'
Out there under the kudzu
Out there under the kudzu