Daddy had a chance to go   Take a factory jon in Ohio   The offered him a decent dime   To leave Kentucky far behind       Well, I cussed him when he turned em down   Standing farm, tobacco ground   Tobacco growing ain't no life   For seven kids and a poor man's wife       Money does not mean a thing   When you dream a farmer's dream   He could not toe that bottom line   Sometimes I cursed that poor man's pride   Cursed that poor man's pride       Now Daddy was a gambling man   He gambled on tobacco land   Bet your life every spring   To see what harvest time would bring       Could be drought, could be flood   Rolling dice was in his blood   No matter how it all went down   He's just as stubborn as that ground       Money does not mean a thing   When you dream a farmer's dream   He could not toe that bottom line   Sometimes I cursed that poor man's pride   Cursed that poor man's pride       Well, it finally drove him in the ground   Broke his back and put him down   Poor and proud is how he died   Sometimes I miss that poor man's pride