Lord, put your hand to the handle of my hoe Let me make another step, help me go another row Even know I'm tired, got to try to make a dollar For my wife and kids, living over in the holler
Every morning I get up and look at the sky And I know if I'm gonna work lord, the sun's gotta shine But I'm gettin old before my time, broke down body and mind And sometimes when I don't see a rain cloud floatin by Lord I just feel like dyin My pa used to tell me when I was a boy Son them big white fleely clouds ain't nothin But the cottonfields of the Lord So after all these years of plantin and choppin and pickin If I do get to the heaven lord like I've been tryin And them clouds be what pa said so Lord, I hope your angels know how to use a hoe
Lord, put your hand to the handle of my hoe Let me make another step, help me go another row Even know I'm tired, got to try to make a dollar For my wife and kids, living over in the holler
The boss plane came down at the house a few days before christmas last year He asked what me and the missis had planned christmas day I kinda laughed and like we could have plans, we just hadn't it settle on that way He asked to missis we come up and cook christmas dinner for him and his Said to bring the whole family and join in the tri manse Well, we went up to big house Lord, and I never saw such an evening
And the boss's wife give all my kids brand new shoes to warm their feets And I guess maybe I cried a little And that night, when I got home, I got down on my knees And I thanked to you lord, remember
Lord, put your hand to the handle of my hoe Let me make another step, help me go another row Even know I'm tired, got to try to make a dollar For my wife and kids, living over in the holler
And then there was a time my wife said You just got to slow down, man I said, honey, I got make it while I can So I worked three days, Lord, without stopping For Miss Simmons down the road, had wood needed chopping
Sam Fallow over east, had hay needed bailing Old man Turner wanted his holler fixed before time spring planting The fourth day I was down on my back, Lord But I got it all done before the sky turned black
Now, I ain't complaining Lord, but sometimes when you see me stumble Reach down and lift the hand on my sack Make my hammer a little lighter, and my dollar a little stronger Lord, Make my days a little shorter and my nights a little longer
And if there's anything I can do for you, Lord Let me know what's to be done And I will be done Well, goodnight, LordTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
