we don't live here anymore

left turn off a county road

the weathervane is to the north

in the shade of sycamore

is the house where you were born

in the cotton field below

we're tall and mighty

brick and stone

it don't feel like it did before

'cause we don't live here anymore

we don't

we don't live here

we don't live here anymore

now that ain't country in their voice

they ain't no local boys

landlord's daughter is at the door

saying we don't live here anymore

we're off the script

we're off the lease

can't catch any decent sleep

now let it flood

now let it pour

we don't live here anymore

we don't

we don't live here

we don't live here anymore

we don't

we don't live here

we don't live here anymore

we been working hard to the bone

face down

nose to the grindstone

god is working

i wish he'd say so

maybe he don't live here anymore

glad i've got you here with me

down in hell's half acre's infirmary

i hear that broom go across the floor

but we don't live here anymore

we don't

we don't live here

we don't live here anymore

we don't

we don't live here

we don't live here anymore