[Verse 1] Tobacco rows running straight as Sunday school, Daddy's flue-cured gold, playing by the rules. But three rows deep where the pine trees block the road, Something else was growing, something Daddy never showed. [Chorus] Growing marijuana beside the tobacco, Same red sand, same Suwannee sun below. One crop kept the lights on, one kept the dream alive, Growing marijuana beside the tobacco, just trying to survive. [Verse 2] Sheriff knew but looked the other way back then, Half the county farming what they couldn't sell to friends. Peanuts, corn, and watermelons on the books, But the real cash crop was hidden in the nooks. [Chorus] Growing marijuana beside the tobacco, Same red sand, same Suwannee sun below. One crop kept the lights on, one kept the dream alive, Growing marijuana beside the tobacco, just trying to survive. [Bridge] Now they got dispensaries on the highway into town, Legal weed and medical cards, times have turned around. But Grandpa's ghost is laughing from his rocking chair, He was fifty years ahead and didn't even care. [Outro - gritty guitar fade] Same red sand... (same Suwannee sun)... Just trying to survive... (beside the tobacco)...
