D G D The dirt was clay and was the color of the blood in meD G A A twelve acre farm on a ridge in south TennesseeBm A G D We left that sweat all over that land behind a mule we watched grow old row after rowD G A G D Trying to grow corn and cotton on ground so poor that grass won’t growD G D There was one old store in the hollow we all called townD G A It belonged to a gentle old man named Henry BrownBm A G Bm He gave us credit in the wintertime so we could live through the cold when the wind brought snowD G Em A G D Trying to grow corn and cotton on ground so poor that grass won’t grow Solo Key Change:D# G# D# The one I loved walked through those fields with meD# G# A# She was a hard working woman true as one could beBm A# G# D# But then one year death was going 'round and swiftly took it’s toll, Janie had to goD# G# A# G# D# Now she lies asleep under ground so poor that grass won’t grow Key Change:E A E As I stand here looking over this part of TennesseeE A B7 The fields are bare as far as the eye can seeC#m E A E And over the grave where Janie lies there’s a beautiful sight to behold And no one knowsE A B7 A D Why there’s flowers growing on ground so poor that grass won’t grow
Where Grass Won't Grow
George Jones
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