Tobacco Road by Common Market
Tobacco Road lyrics
I guess it has been a minute
And the south paw aint felt right without the pen in it
Sent for incentive and sittin� submissive
But nothin� bringin� Jimmy back, you know that �
prayin� a waste of wishes
I made a decision � carry on, honor lives in the deed
Though the muse moves in decreased speed
Due to the wait, my dude lose patience with me?
Favor the Blue, you knew what I was trainin� to be
I came for the takin� of something they aint seen back
in Henry
The proximity to Knox�s Fort�s not given any but
Cause to envy � Lord when have we fought the enemy
With more that afforded, we�re stormin� the port of
entry
In memory of the James Clan, my symphony of the
Flames fan to conquer, when the song come on � pay the
band
Send a percentage back, Oldham owed, factor in estate
tax
Or waive it if it goes to pave Tobacco Road
Some memories I kept
Others left, others I must have let go to protect
Hold a check for the row I set � ready? No, not yet
Well lemme know and I�ll return to collect
They never found me �cause Valerie�s boy had a
different rhythm to play to
And he gon� use his tools to break through
Mindful of the nights in that state, who they say life
is what you make it
When really life is what makes you
Payin� homage, with a big nod to Aubrey
The schools failed me, thank God the farm taught me
The value of a calloused hand, how to work and plow
this land
How even a modest crop will make your pop the proudest
man
Harvest of a thousand fans, sans a gram of seeds
broadcast
Through loud speakers, in the weeds I was born last
Profound effect on my volume, plus the readiness to
fill it
In the field you should hear what they call �em
Regardless I should have spent another year on the
bottom tier
Instead of trynna dodge what it was I thought got �em
here
89 the number, 84 lumber � another summer
Fightin� for cash to mash on the likening
Of cycles I�ve seen � those not keen on college
Lost direction or went to be correctional officers
No opportunity was offered us, I had my sights on
Being gone �fore they cut the lights on, Ryan�s song
Right or wrong, tie it tighter, I�m tired of buying
into
Guidance gone awry, my father fought it with firearms
and
Died in the trauma the violence spawned a child of
drama
No wonder he�s prone to wander, knowin� his home is
haunted
Prayin� that over yonder they still know
How much I love �em I just had to go, had it with the
status quo
They�re askin� me if I�ll be back when I�m old
In fact, no � these are my last tracks along Tobacco
Road
But I�ll forever call it home
And I feel it whenever I call home (X4)
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