A Farmer’s Prayer

Lyrics

[Chorus] Lord, put a hand to the handle of my hoe Let me make another step, help me go another row Even though I'm tired, I break my back For my wife and kids living in the shack [Verse 1] Every morning, Lord, I get up and look at the sky And I know if I'm gonna work, the sun's got to shine But I'm getting old, Lord, before my time Broke down body and mind And sometimes when I don't see a raincloud floating by, Lord I just feel like dying My pa used to tell me, when I was a boy He'd say, "Son, them big white fleecy clouds ain't nothing but cotton fields of the Lord" Well, after all these years of planting and chopping and picking If I do get to heaven like I've been trying And them clouds be what Pa said Lord, I hope your angel's not using a hoe [Chorus] Lord, put a hand to the handle of my hoe Let me make another step, help me go another row Even though I'm tired, I break my back For my wife and kids living in the shack [Verse 2] Remember the time the wife said, "You've gotta slow down"? I said, "Honey, I gotta make it while I can" So I worked three days without stopping Miss Simmons down the road had wood need chopping Sam Feller over east had hay that needed baling And old man Turner, he wanted his hopper fixed before spring planting The fourth day, I was down on my back, Lord But I got it all done before the sky turned black Now, Lord, I ain't complaining, but sometime, when you see me stumble Reach down and lift a hand under my cotton sack Make my days a little shorter and my nights a little longer Make the hammer a little lighter and dollar a little stronger If there's anything I can do for you, Lord, let me know What's to be done, and Lord, thy will be done Good night, Lord [Chorus] Lord, put a hand to the handle of my hoe Let me make another step, help me go another row Even though I'm tired, I break my back For my wife and kids living in the shack