Lyrics
Oh sharecropper daughter
She sings the blues of a coal miner's son
She said that I know what you're thinking when you hear the way I talk
When you hear the way I talk
When you hear the way I talk
She said that I know what you're thinking when you hear the way I talk
When you hear the way I talk
When you hear the way I talk
And her brother's back at home tending to her daddy's land
He's farming for the businessman
Who takes the profit from his hand
With calculation to the dollar of a chemical demand
No not in years took from a man
Will you try hard to comprehend
And her mother heard the devil on the midday radio
She listened to him tell her she should have some more to show
But he blamed it on her neighbor at the local dollar store
A tale as old as time to turn the poor against the poor
Oh sharecropper daughter
She sings the blues
Of a coal miner's son
Oh sharecropper daughter
She sings the blues
Of a coal miner's son