Thirty two acres

I saw the timber for the cabin floor
I build a plank fence out of locust boards
I work the corn rows in the early morn
And raise a family on a poor man's farm



    Thirty two acres of bottom land
    Bought and paid for with my own hands
    Worth a fortune to a working man
    Thirty two acres of bottom land



I planted a peach tree now the leaves are dying
I watered a grape vine, it's no longer mine
The country's taking everything I own
Cause it's on the right of way for a four lane road



 * Refrain