LYRIC
I built a plank fence out of locust board
And I worked the corn fields in the early morn
And I raised my family on a poor man’s farm [Chorus] Thirty two acres of bottom land
Bought and paid for with my own hand
T' worth a fortune to a working man
Thirty two acres of bottom land [Verse] My son was born on an old feathered bed
Well he had my blue eyes and mama's hair of red
Now he lies a sleeping neath a willow tree
Down by the creek bank lies a part of me [Chorus] Thirty two acres of bottom land
Bought and paid for with my own hand
T' worth a fortune to a working man
Thirty two acres of bottom land [Verse] I planted a peach tree, it's know longer mine
I watered a grapevine; now the leaves are dying
The county’s taken everything I own
'Cause I'm on the right of way for a four lane road [Chorus] Thirty two acres of bottom land
Bought and paid for with my own hand
T' worth a fortune to a working man
Thirty two acres of bottom land
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