under the kudzu

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. 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 pass 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. 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