Lyrics

I've been working on the land, hon - sun got to me Think I may be dying. Bring me your tea Sheep in the thicket, fruit on the tree I work 'till I'm bleeding. Bring me your tea Copper is the trade now. Who'd ever think There are men finding money down in the drink My gun is more faithful than I'll ever be If war has me thirsty, bring me your tea I don't get no opinion with four mouths to feed I'd sell off my future to get what we need This is my burden. It's all I can see If life has me weary, bring me your tea