Lyrics

I drive my plough from fields to fields and my back. is nearly broken but in my mind I've been doing something right still my days seen to go unspoken I am a simple man I don't ask for nothing don't reach out for your hand let me die on my land My father died when I was still young and I had. to find life on my own I was sleeping in the woods I was living on bread crumbs make a boy feel so god-awful alone And I am a simple man I don't ask for nothing don't reach out for your hand let me die on my land Well my mule has gone lame and my work, my work is slow these times . they can bring me a little sorrow Got no food on my table no wood in my fire and I pray some nights I don't wake up tomorrow Well I can't feed my children anymore Now I hear death knocking around my door let me die in grief no more And I am a simple man I don't ask for nothing don't reach out for your hand let me die on my land
Writer(s): Ronnie Van Zant, Gary Robert Rossington Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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