Lord,
put a hand to the handle on my heart
Let me make another step,
help me go another road
Even though I'm tired,
I'd break my back
for my wife and kids liv
ing in the shack.
Every morning, Lord,
I get up and look at the sky.
And I know if I'm going to work,
the sun's got to shine.
But I'm gettin' old, before my time
Broke down, body and mind
And sometime 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
He'd say, son,
them big white fleecy clouds
Ain't nothin' but cotton
fields of the Lord
Well, after all these years of plantin'
and choppin' and pickin'
If I do get to heaven,
like I've been tryin'
And them clouds be what Pa said
Lord, I hope your angels
know how to use a hoe
Lord, put a hand to the handle of my hoe
Let me make another step
Help me go another road,
even though I'm tired.
I'd bring my bike
for my wife and kids liv
ing in the shack.
You remember the time the wife said,
you've got to slow down.
I said, honey,
I've got to make it while I can.
So I worked three days
without stopping.
Miss Simmons down the road
had wood need choppin'
Sam Thurlow over east had
hay needed bailin'
Old man Turner wanted
his hopper fixed
before spring planted
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 complainin'
But sometime when
you see me stumble
Reach down an d lift a hand
under my cotton sack
Make my days a little shorter,
my nights a little longer
Make the hammer a little lighter,
dollar a little stronger.
Is there anything I can do
for you, Lord?
Let me know what's to be done, Lord.
Thy will be done.
Good night, Lord.
Lord, put a hand to the handle of my heart
Let me make another step,
help me go another road
Even though I'm tired, I break my back
For my wife and kids, living in the shack