Kenny Price Whiskey Dirt Lyrics

Whiskey Dirt Lyrics

Livin' on whiskey dirt ain't easy Lord when you're little



You might say it's a mighty rough row to hold



Sometimes you think that you won't get no bigger (but I did)



When you planted in whiskey dirt it's hard to grow







The corn we raised on whiskey farm we stored in a jar and a gunny sack



But it kept us eaten when dad couldn't find any work



It was hard to smile when you knew that folks were laughin' out loud behind
your back



It's not much plant to do in the whiskey dirt



Livin' on whiskey dirt...



[ steel ]



We had to survive so we worked all together everybody had his little thing to
do



I had to wash and boil 'em Mason jars



Mama did a fillin' and dad did a diggin' we had to keep it hid when we got
through



Later on papa did sell 'em in the wagon yard



Now livin' on whiskey dirt...



Well livin' on whiskey dirt...