everybody around grows lower 40
You can always make a couple bales
The cotton grows tall and
The work is hard and the profits are few
To pay the taxes when they come due
The Internal Revenue said
We would have to pay or else move away
They said it was a part of
They were gonna send a revenue man
Or get that land called Lower 40
The tax man came just after
if he put one boot on Lower 40
He said this land belongs to me,
I pay for it once and the title is free
The tax man frowned and put his
but he didn't hit nothin' but Lower 40
The sheriff came, took him away
We had to do it, there's no other way
But mortgage old Lower 40
everybody around calls Lower Forty
You can always make a couple bales
to the acre on Lower Forty
The cotton grows tall but
The work is hard and the profits are few
To pay the mortgage when it comes due