Livin' on whiskey dirt ain't easy Lord, when you're little   When you planted in whiskey dirt it's hard to grow   The corn we grew on whiskey farm, we stored in a jar in a gunny sack   But it kept us eaten when daddy couldn't find any work      And it's hard to smile when you know that people   All laughin' out loud behind your back   And there's not much plowin' to do in the whiskey dirt      Livin' on whiskey dirt ain't easy Lord when you're little   You might say it's a mighty tough row to hold   Sometimes you think you ain't a gonna get no bigger   When you planted in whiskey dirt it's hard to grow      We had to live, so we all worked together   And everybody had his little bit to do   I had to wash and boil 'em mason jars   Mama did the fillin' and brother did the diggin'      We had to keep it hid when we got through   And later on papa did sell 'em in the wagon yard      Livin' on whiskey dirt ain't easy Lord when you're little   You might say it's a mighty tough row to hold   Sometimes you think you ain't a gonna get no bigger   When you planted in whiskey dirt it's hard to grow      Livin' on whiskey dirt ain't easy Lord, when you're little   When you planted in whiskey dirt it's hard to grow