I drag my plow from field to fieldMy back is nearly brokenBut in my mind I been doing something rightStill my deeds seem to go unspokenI am a simple manDon't ask for nothingDon't reach out for your handLet me die on my landMy father died when I was still youngThat I had to make life on my ownI was sleeping in the woods, I was living on bread crumbsMake a boy feel so god-awful aloneMy mule has gone lameAnd my work, work goes slowThese times bring me a little sorrowGot no food on my tableNo wood in my fireAnd I pray some nights I don't wake up tomorrowWell I can't feed my children anymoreAnd I hear death knockin' around my doorLet me die and grieve no more
