Sugar Ditch

Well I met him at the courthouse

Playin′ French harp on the steps

And I loved him like a brother

No better friend could any man have

Well his daddy was a rounder

Till he drank his self to death

Left his momma to raise the family

She was working when she drew in her last breath

People say we′re no count and we′re sorra

But it′s a long hard road we travel on

And we′ll never, never strike it rich

Down in Sugar Ditch

Well he never had no money

And no way to get him none

Just a poor boy going nowhere

Till one morning, morning he was gone

Well I heard he′s up in Memphis

Everybody knows his name

He broke out of this red dirt prison

And I swear I′ll follow him someday

People say we′re no count and we′re sorra

But it′s a long hard road we travel on

And we′ll never, never strike it rich

Down in Sugar Ditch

I′m going away, I′m going away

Cause there ain′t no future in this place

I′m going away, I′m going away

Cause there ain′t no future in this place

I′m gonna leave Sugar Ditch

I′m going away