Oh, Amos is a poor man,
His woman died in '72
Got three sons, and a bottle
Nothin' else, exept the blues
That ol' whipporwill song
Filters in through his haze
Near extinct in a roadway
Life for Amos, is a maze
It's a poor, poor county
People don't complain
Livin' what they know
Some like Able, some like Cain
Red clay in Ripley County
As thick as it has ever been
Some more drought keeps on rollin'
Just like Amos, and his kin
Only two roads he can walk down
One is righteous, one is sin
There's plenty of the Good Book,
In the church and radio
Good news, ain't a mystery
Ain't like Amos, doesn't know
That ol' clay in Ripley County
Thick as it has ever been
On the back road by the neighbors
Perhaps it's time that I stop in