[Verse 1] Tobacco barns standing like churches down every county road, Flue-cured gold hanging in the heat, carrying the load. Auction house in Lyve Oak, auctioneer singing fast, Warehouse floor stacked to the ceiling, praying this crop lasts. [Chorus] Tobacco barn sunset, amber light through the slats, Daddy's hands are stained and tired, pushing back his hat. Suwannee County lived on leaf from the twenties to the end, Tobacco barn sunset, we won't see its like again. [Verse 2] Peanuts in the next field over, corn across the way, But tobacco paid the mortgage, tobacco saved the day. Warehouses downtown humming every fall like clockwork time, Buyers from the cigarette companies standing in a line. [Chorus] Tobacco barn sunset, amber light through the slats, Daddy's hands are stained and tired, pushing back his hat. Suwannee County lived on leaf from the twenties to the end, Tobacco barn sunset, we won't see its like again. [Bridge] (slide guitar, reflective) Boll weevil killed the cotton, gave the leaf its throne, Seventy years of tobacco kept this county's backbone strong. Now the barns are falling down, vines crawling up the walls, But the smell of curing leaf still hangs in the fall. [Outro - organ and slide fade] Tobacco barn sunset... (won't see its like again)... Amber light through the slats... (Suwannee gold)...
