[00:18.48]Well I met him at the courthouse[00:28.01]Playin′ French harp on the steps[00:37.51]And I loved him like a brother[00:47.82]No better friend could any man have[00:56.27]Well his daddy was a rounder[01:05.52]Till he drank his self to death[01:15.73]Left his momma to raise the family[01:24.48]She was working when she drew in her last breath[01:30.91][01:36.36]People say we′re no count and we′re sorra[01:44.40]But it′s a long hard road we travel on[01:54.52]And we′ll never, never strike it rich[02:01.54]Down in Sugar Ditch[02:12.35]Well he never had no money[02:21.97]And no way to get him none[02:31.46]Just a poor boy going nowhere[02:41.63]Till one morning, morning he was gone[02:47.04][02:50.99]Well I heard he′s up in Memphis[03:00.14]Everybody knows his name[03:10.51]He broke out of this red dirt prison[03:20.78]And I swear I′ll follow him someday[03:31.45]People say we′re no count and we′re sorra[03:39.58]But it′s a long hard road we travel on[03:49.16]And we′ll never, never strike it rich[03:56.95]Down in Sugar Ditch[03:59.07][04:02.63]I′m going away, I′m going away[04:10.71]Cause there ain′t no future in this place[04:17.33]I′m going away, I′m going away[04:24.60]Cause there ain′t no future in this place[04:30.07]I′m gonna leave Sugar Ditch[04:34.97]I′m going away