Whiskey Dirt Lyrics - Kenny Price

Livin' on whiskey dirt ain't easy Lord when you're little 

You might say it's a mighty rough row to hold 

Sometimes you think that you won't get no bigger (but I did) 

When you planted in whiskey dirt it's hard to grow 

The corn we raised on whiskey farm we stored in a jar and a gunny sack 

But it kept us eaten when dad couldn't find any work 

It was hard to smile when you knew that folks were laughin' out loud behind your back 

It's not much plant to do in the whiskey dirt 

Livin' on whiskey dirt... 

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We had to survive so we worked all together everybody had his little thing to do 

I had to wash and boil 'em Mason jars 

Mama did a fillin' and dad did a diggin' we had to keep it hid when we got through 

Later on papa did sell 'em in the wagon yard 

Now livin' on whiskey dirt... 

Well livin' on whiskey dirt...