Thirty two acres

I sawed the timber for the cabin floor.
I built a plank fence out of locust boards.
I worked the corn rows in the early morn,
And raised 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

My son was born on a feather bed.
He had my blue eyes and my hair of red,
But he lies sleeping 'neath the willow tree.
Down by the creek bed lies a part of me.

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 county's taken everything I own
'Cause it's on the right-of-way for a four-lane road.

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