Long Row To Hoe

Well the lord, he sent for my grandpa

Early in the spring

Now the old hands of time

Yeah they, whoa they're turning for me

And I've partly give up

Well, I'm party running from hell

Got me a fine little woman

Stands beside of me

Lord gave me two fine children

Angels indeed

Someone ate all the biscuits

And left only gravy here for me

Yeah I got a long row left to hoe

Yeah I'm always so tired, man

Well I'm always on fire

And I never know which way that I gotta go

Yeah I got a long row left to hoe

I got a long row left to hoe

I've been hard on my ticker

Harder on the liver

Lord like my old truck

Well I barely do run

I got two coats of that primer

I'm a paint job never gonna get done

But if me and that old truck

We wake up with some good luck

Hell we'll ride right through this old town again

We might be beating hell we might be banging

But willing to do it all over again

I got a long row left to hoe

Yeah I'm always so tired, man

Well I'm always on fire

And I never know which way that I gotta go

I got a long row left to hoe

Yeah I got a long row left to hoe

Well I got a long row left to hoe

Yeah I'm always so tired, man

Well I'm always on fire

And I never know which way that I gotta go

I got a long row left to hoe

Well I got a long row left to hoe