| Song | Hard Row To Hoe |
| Artist | Whiskey Myers |
| Album | Early Morning Shakes |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| I steadily stumble, walking around at night | |
| I’m too mean to die | |
| I’m too numb to write | |
| Now I’m out here | |
| Just searching for my soul | |
| So Lord help me now | |
| It’s a hard row to hoe | |
| I used to have me a woman | |
| Aw but I can’t be true | |
| All that late night rambling bound to put the damn pressure on you | |
| Yea she’s still around | |
| But she left a long time ago | |
| So Lord help me now | |
| Cause it’s a hard row to hoe | |
| And the weeds always high | |
| And the air is as dry as a bone | |
| And a mule and a plow | |
| It ain’t no good now | |
| When it’s gone, long gone | |
| I’ve been through that high water | |
| The fire and the snow | |
| So Lord help me now | |
| Cause it’s a hard row to hoe | |
| There’s hands in my pockets | |
| They’re trying to take my change | |
| One little last piece of the pie | |
| Is all that’s left when it hits my plate | |
| Yea they’ll plunder ya crops for every seed you sow | |
| So Lord help me now | |
| Lord help me now, oh Lord | |
| Won’t you please help me now | |
| Cause it’s a hard row to hoe |
| I steadily stumble, walking around at night | |
| I' m too mean to die | |
| I' m too numb to write | |
| Now I' m out here | |
| Just searching for my soul | |
| So Lord help me now | |
| It' s a hard row to hoe | |
| I used to have me a woman | |
| Aw but I can' t be true | |
| All that late night rambling bound to put the damn pressure on you | |
| Yea she' s still around | |
| But she left a long time ago | |
| So Lord help me now | |
| Cause it' s a hard row to hoe | |
| And the weeds always high | |
| And the air is as dry as a bone | |
| And a mule and a plow | |
| It ain' t no good now | |
| When it' s gone, long gone | |
| I' ve been through that high water | |
| The fire and the snow | |
| So Lord help me now | |
| Cause it' s a hard row to hoe | |
| There' s hands in my pockets | |
| They' re trying to take my change | |
| One little last piece of the pie | |
| Is all that' s left when it hits my plate | |
| Yea they' ll plunder ya crops for every seed you sow | |
| So Lord help me now | |
| Lord help me now, oh Lord | |
| Won' t you please help me now | |
| Cause it' s a hard row to hoe |
| I steadily stumble, walking around at night | |
| I' m too mean to die | |
| I' m too numb to write | |
| Now I' m out here | |
| Just searching for my soul | |
| So Lord help me now | |
| It' s a hard row to hoe | |
| I used to have me a woman | |
| Aw but I can' t be true | |
| All that late night rambling bound to put the damn pressure on you | |
| Yea she' s still around | |
| But she left a long time ago | |
| So Lord help me now | |
| Cause it' s a hard row to hoe | |
| And the weeds always high | |
| And the air is as dry as a bone | |
| And a mule and a plow | |
| It ain' t no good now | |
| When it' s gone, long gone | |
| I' ve been through that high water | |
| The fire and the snow | |
| So Lord help me now | |
| Cause it' s a hard row to hoe | |
| There' s hands in my pockets | |
| They' re trying to take my change | |
| One little last piece of the pie | |
| Is all that' s left when it hits my plate | |
| Yea they' ll plunder ya crops for every seed you sow | |
| So Lord help me now | |
| Lord help me now, oh Lord | |
| Won' t you please help me now | |
| Cause it' s a hard row to hoe |