Blood Money

She's been sippin' on Mississippi muddy river water too long And John David you better hear me Go leave that Delta broad alone All alone It goes back to her granddaddy He moved up from Camden, Tennessee A sharecropper, but business savvy And two hands was all he'd need to make blood money, blood money Proud people, black dirt it taught 'em What it means to be pushed around They grew corn, soybeans, and cotton But they'd put you into the ground for that blood money, blood money And her daddy farmed with his brothers Just like his daddy too And like them they'd hate each other Split it up tradition true for that blood money, blood money And that Delta will tear your world apart Cause I've seen it shatter far too many hearts She's been sippin' on Mississippi muddy river water too long And John David you better hear me Go leave that Delta broad alone All alone When you look at her face you see acres of land I'm telling you now so that you understand it means blood money, blood money