Texty

He's up every morning at the crack of dawn All day in the clothes that he puts on Sunup to sundown on an old dirt farm There ain't one thing that he can't do He's got it all to gain he's got it all to lose Feeds his family with every seed he gets to grow Now he knows it's a gamble every year But if you ask him what he does to calm his fears I hope it grows I hope it grows You put your head down pray and work hard and Hope it grows I hope it grows Man I hope it grows You put your head down pray and work hard and Hope it grows Yes sir There's corn in the crib and hay in the barn Doing all he can to keep the family farm Works hard everyday in that Missouri sod Well he plows his fields with one good mule And lives his life by the golden rule Taught to him by his daddy's hand And the Word of God Now he knows it's a gamble every year But if you ask him what he does to calm his fears I hope it grows I hope it grows You put your head down pray and work hard and Hope it grows I hope it grows Man I hope it grows You put your head down pray and work hard and Hope it grows Dear Lord I hope it grows Man I hope it grows You put your head down pray and work hard and Hope it grows I hope it grows Oh man I hope it grows Put your head down pray and work hard and Hope it grows He's up every mornin at the crack of dawn All day in the clothes that he puts on Sun up to sundown on an old dirt farm
Writer(s): Kenneth Ray Horton Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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