I sawed the timber for the cabin floor
I built a plank fence out of locust board
I worked the corn rows in the early morn
And raised a family on a poor man's farm

32 acres of bottom land
Bought and paid for by my own hand
Worth a fortune to a working man
32 acres of bottom land

I planted a peach tree, now the leaves are dying
I watered a grapevine; it's no longer mine
The county's taken everything I own
Cause it's on the right way for a four lane road