Clay and Ottie

Clay listen close to what your brother says
My momma stood a-waitin' by the door
While daddy he was way off in the woods
He never saw his boy alive no more

When Clay and Ottie came to work in Cleveland
It was hard to find a job in '32
Then Ottie came down sick and Clay was helpless
To stop his greatest fear from coming true

Home is all I have left in this world to hold on to
But now they've let it go and I've nothing left to show
It'll never be the same to me no more

Now living on the farm was all we knew
And in my mind I see the home place still
But they said they'd rather sell and go to renting
Than leave poor Ottie in some Potter's field

My daddy never owned another farm
He grew to be an old and bitter man
While momma stares off down the gravel road
She can still see Ottie stop and wave again

Home is all I have left in this world to hold on to
But now they've let it go and I've nothing left to show
Home is all I have left in this world to hold on to
But now they've let it go and I've nothing left to show
It'll never be the same to me no more
It'll never be the same to me no more