Plow On

A drunk left this world With a life led of shame And a poor young boy To carry on his name Eighty years of debt And a farm that wouldn't yield His own ring of hell Rests out in that field Plow on, plow on For some bread on your table Then you're back out by dawn Plow on There ain't no hope For a higher sense of living When you ain't got nothin' Except the nothing you were given Now you share your cup With your wife and three kids And pray that they have more Than you ever did Plow on, plow on For some bread on your table And you're back out by dawn Plow on Plow on, plow on For some bread on your table Then you're back out by dawn Plow on A drunk left this world With a life led of shame And a poor young soul To carry on his name