I lived in Wolfe County, Kentucky. This is an accurate description.
Wolfe County
It’s a muddy road
That rides rougher than the run-off ditch beside it
Back up the ridge
A little farm lies hidden behind the trees
And if you look real hard
And it you know jus’ where yer goin’ ya jus’ might find it
Used to be a Federal subsidy
Now it’s a monument to a real growth industry
‘cause, ya see, nothin’ ever changes
Down there in Wolfe County
Where cancer was the cash crop
And things always stay the same
If you can smoke it, they can grow it
Down there in Wolfe County
They’ve always been in tune with Nature’s ways
Down by the creek
Lays the town of Campton, it’s the county seat
Back in them hills
Where young boys learn the skills of basketball
And high school history
Provides the rules of white supremacy
And any fool can see
There’s two things that really go together
‘cause, you see, nothin’ ever changes
Down there in Wolfe County
Where cancer was the cash crop
And now it’s methamphetamine
If you can smoke it, they can grow it
Down there in Wolfe County
They’ve always been in tune with Nature’s ways
Ah, they’ve always been in tune with Nature’s ways
© Daniel Dain, 1997.
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