D G D Yeah, folks in Harlan County Lord they knew that we were poor A They always called my daddy preacher Dan D G D But daddy weren't no preacher least ways I don't recollect A D Never hear of papa talk of nothin' but the land. Chorus: G A D G And Daddy Was A God Fearin’ farmer yes he was D A Could not read nor write Lord he could barley spell his name G A D G Daddy Was A God Fearin’ farmer all his life D A D Someday when I’m grown I’ll be the same. D G D Well he always grew tobacco though he did not smoke himself A He had the best tobacco crop around D G D And he never touched a drop of liquor that I can recall A D Papa made his livin' on the ground. D G D Yes Sunday-go-to-meetin' called for more than he could stand A I guess he felt at home in his old clothes D G D But he never missed a Sunday takin’ momma to the church A D Maybe it was habit, Lord but Heaven only knows. Chorus: D G D A D G D A D D G D Yeah, folks in Harlan County, Lord, they knew that we were poor A They always called my daddy preacher Dan D G D But daddy weren't no preacher, least ways I don't recollect A D Never hear of grandpa talk of nothin' but the land. Chorus: D A D Someday when I’m grown I’ll be the same D A D Someday when I’m grown I’ll be the same.
