It was a rainy Wednesday morning
That’s the day that I was born in
That old sharecroppers one room country shack
They say my mama left me the day before she had me
They say she hit the road and never once looked back
Well I’d just like to mention
My old grandma’s pension
Is the reason that I’m standing here today
I got all my country learning, milking and a churning,
Picking cotton, raising hell and baling hayI’ve been to Georgia on a fast train honey
I was’nt born no yesterday
I got a good Christian raising
I got an eighth grade education
Ain’t no need of ya all treating me this way