The good earth swallows up the
seed and swallows life as well
From long before the day you're
born till heaven comes or hell
It binds your hands with chains of
clay that are so hard to break
But when I left good earth behind
I've traveled far and traveled wide
I've seen a lot of things
But looking back on all the years
I don't know what they mean
Like steel I'm probably stronger
From going through the fire
Diggin' deeper to get higher
I turned around one evening
when the sun was going down
I heard the Bible told a preacher who
At last I'm back on good earth where
I should have always been
Lord forgive me if I ever try to
Well the good earth was my
Now I'm working my hands in
soil tryin' to pay my due
And when I'll breathe my last
breath which may not be too long
Just shovel a little good
'Til everybody open up the hymn
book and sing a happy song
