Tobacco Road
Status Quo Lyrics


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I was born in a bunk
Mama died and my daddy got drunk
Left me here to die or grow
In the middle of Tobacco Road

I grew up in a dusty shack
And all I had was a'hangin' on my back
Only you know how I loathe
This place called Tobacco Road

But it's home
The only life I've ever known
Only you know how I loathe
Tobacco Road

I'm gonna leave and get a job
With the help and the grace from above
Save some money, get rich I know
Bring it back to Tobacco Road

Bring dynamite and a crane
Blow it up, start all over again
Build a town, be proud to show
Give the name Tobacco Road

Cause it's home
The only life I've ever known




I despise you ''cause your filthy
But I love ya, 'cause it's home

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Status Quo's Tobacco Road paint a heartbreaking picture of poverty, neglect, and desperation. The singer of the song was born in a bunk, and his mother died while his father drowned his sorrows in alcohol. Left to his own devices, the only place he knows as home is Tobacco Road, a shabby and run-down neighborhood where the houses are nothing but "dusty shacks." The singer seems to despise the place and the life he has been dealt with, but at the same time, he acknowledges that it's the only life he's ever known. The lyrics speak of a bizarre love-hate relationship, where the person longs to escape Tobacco Road's clutches, but at the same time, he plans to come back and start anew.


The song's second verse heightens the desperation of the singer's situation. The only things he owns are what he carries on his back, and he dreams and aspirations of quitting the place and finding a job have always remained just that, dreams. But he keeps holding onto hope, knowing that one day, he'll earn enough money to elevate himself from the misery and poverty.


Line by Line Meaning

I was born in a bunk
I was born in a small room


Mama died and my daddy got drunk
After my mother passed away, my father turned to alcoholism


Left me here to die or grow
Left me to fend for myself


In the middle of Tobacco Road
In a poverty-stricken area known as Tobacco Road


I grew up in a dusty shack
I lived in a small, rundown house filled with dust


And all I had was a'hangin' on my back
I didn't have much, just the clothes on my back


Only you know how I loathe
Only you understand how much I hate


This place called Tobacco Road
This area known as Tobacco Road


But it's home
Despite its flaws, it's where I grew up and feel comfortable


The only life I've ever known
This lifestyle is all I've ever experienced


I'm gonna leave and get a job
I plan to leave and find work


With the help and the grace from above
With the help of a higher power


Save some money, get rich I know
I'll save up money and become wealthy


Bring it back to Tobacco Road
Return to give back to my hometown


Bring dynamite and a crane
Use explosives and construction equipment


Blow it up, start all over again
Demolish the current structures and rebuild from scratch


Build a town, be proud to show
Create a new community and take pride in it


Give the name Tobacco Road
Name the new community after the old one


I despise you ''cause your filthy
I hate this place because it's dirty and impoverished


But I love ya, 'cause it's home
Despite my hatred, I still have an attachment to my hometown




Lyrics Β© Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: John D. Loudermilk

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