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 |