I was born in a trunk.. Mama died and my daddy got drunk.. Left me here to die alone. In the middle of tobacco road.. Growin' up lord in a rusty shack. And all I had was hangin' on my back.. Lord knows how I loathe. This place called Tobacco Road.. But it's home. The only life life life I've ever known.. And I guess I can't help but. Loathe Tobacco.. [Instrumental]. Gonna leave and get a job. With the help and the grace from above.. I'll save my money get rich and old. And I think I'll bring it all back to Tobacco Road.. Bring dynamite and a big old crane. And I'll blow it up start all over again.. I'm gonna build me a town that Ill be proud to show.. And I think I'll give it the name Tobacco Road.. But it's home. The only life I've ever known.. I guess I can't help but love you. 'Cause you're home. Tobacco Road. Tobacco Road. Whoah Tobacco Road. Bring dynamite and a big old crane. I'll blow it up tear it down and start all over again.. I guess I can't help but I love.... I love you.... Yeah.... Tobacco...!. [Instrumental and vocalizing]. I love you!. Oh I love you!. Oh I love you!. I love you!. I love you!. I love you!. [Vocalizing]. I love you 'cause you're home. I'm talkin' 'bout Tobacco Road yeah. Tobacco Road yeah!