Textile Factory

I'd like to tell you 'bout my home town

But it's awfully hard to explain to a stranger

It's been a year since I went down

To the place that I was born and raised sir

I gotta make it rich I'm getting tired of digging ditches back on the farm

I got a girl I wanna marry and I know that she loves me

Yes I'm ready for work I got my shirt sleeves rolled up around my arms

I got a chance to make it rich in a textile factory

Well my papa was a poor man but always did the best he could

And he whipped my behind whenever I wasn't good

There were six of us children in my family

And not a single one of us has ever learned how to read

well I'm really not complaining, my parents were the best you could have

Well I love my mama and I really respected my dad

Well let me tell you that every Sunday morning we would dress in our Sunday clothes

And we would listen to a sermon from the preacher about our good Lord

Well the preacher said child be thankful for the food you eat

But my tastes are getting bigger, I think I'll be traveling East

You know I gotta make it rich I'm getting tired of digging ditches back on the farm

I got a girl I wanna marry and I know that she loves me

Yes I'm ready for work I got my shirt sleeves rolled up around my arms

I got a chance to make it rich in a textile factory

Well now listen here brother if you think you've got it bad

Well what do you think about the life I've had

Well my father said to me "son you know you've got to earn your keep"

So I've been working from sun up to sun down since I was thirteen

Well my father said "boy, be thankful got a place to sleep"

But I've been sleeping awful restless and I think I'll be moving East

You know I gotta make it rich I'm getting tired of digging ditches back on the farm

I got a girl I wanna marry and I know that she loves me

Yes I'm ready for work I got my shirt sleeves rolled up around my arms

I got a chance to make it rich in a textile factory