Bėgiojau kurią čia dieną parke su radijo ausinėmis ausyse ir išgirdau gerą dainą, tiksliau kelias geras eilutes. Pasirodo, gabalas labai senas ir perdainuotas kokį milijoną kartų, įskaitant visokius Hendrixus, David Lee Roth ir pan. Todėl neprisegu jokio įrašo, tik lyrikus. Pirmas posmas yra visos dainos esmė. Į jį taip tobulai sukišta tiek emocijų, žiaurumo, realybės, kad… Na tiesiog jėga

I was born in a trunk.
Mama died and my daddy got drunk.
Left me here to die alone
in the middle of Tobacco Road.

Growin’ up rusty shack,
all I had was hangin’ on my back.
Only you know how I loathe
this place called Tobacco Road.

But it’s home, the only life I ever known.
Only you know how I loathe Tobacco Road.

Gonna leave, get a job
with the help and the grace from above.
Save some money, get rich and old,
bring it back to Tobacco Road.

But it’s home, the only life I ever known.
Only you know how I loathe Tobacco Road.

Bring that dynamite and a crane,
blow it up, start all over again.
Build a town, be proud to show.
Gives the name Tobacco Road.