Well I live all alone in Chickasaw County
Way out on 109
Where the run-down barns and rusty tractors
Are covered in Kudzu vines
For eighty-five years my people raised cotton
Till granddaddy lost this land
Now we're scattered all over this end of the state
Gettin' by any way that we can
But

Under the Kudzu the mighty south lies sleeping
Dreaming of glory that slowly slipped away
On nights like this, boys, I can almost hear her weeping
Out there under the Kudzu

If you follow this hot tar road down to Jackson
You'll pass through Plantersville
That's where I worked and spent my money
Until they closed down the mill
I got real bad to drink so my sweet Samantha
Packed up her things and moved
I hear she's a qualified beautician
Workin' down in Baton Rouge
And

Under the Kudzu the mighty south lies sleeping
Dreaming of glory that slowly slipped away
On nights like this, boys, I can almost hear her weeping
Out there under the Kudzu

Guess I'll walk on over to the pit stop market
And get a six pack to drink
Lay on the cool hood of this old Camaro
And wait for the sun to sink

On night like this, boys, I swear I hear her weeping
Out there under the Kudzu
Out there under the Kudzu

Writer : LINDE, DENNIS
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing