I saw the timber for the cabin floor
I build a plank fence out of locust boards
I work the corn rows in the early morn
And raise a family on a poor man's farm

Thirty two acres of bottom land
Bought and paid for with my own hands
Worth a fortune to a working man
Thirty two acres of bottom land

I planted a peach tree now the leaves are dying
I watered a grape vine, it's no longer mine
The country's taking everything I own
Cause it's on the right of way for a four lane road

* Refrain