He fought and clawed
For a piece of bottom land
He worked the days
and he worked the nights

There were rails to split
Fields to plow
Rocks to haul
And stumps to pull

Seventy-five cents
A dollar a day
He worked both day and night
For that bottom land

He worked like men before him
And like men after him
Hard and long with raw courage
And the determination of a hundred men

His dream was bottom land
Another man's may be a business
Riches, fame, conquests
Or whatever, a man may want or need

So for every man
There is his piece of bottom land
By what ever name it goes
Its meaning is the same

A man who wants
His piece of bottom land
Must fight and claw
And work the days and nights.

These pages implemented and maintained by: Larry Moseley