Plowman’s Blues

Plowboy

Plowman’s Blues


Fifty years behind this plow,
just one more time around now,
since Daddy pulled me out of school
made me into some kind of plowing fool
I ain’t going to pray no more.

My woman stays in bed all day,
just one more time around now,
her tears the only rain since May.
She don’t cook and she don’t play
I ain’t going to pray no more.

My papa died cussing my soul,
just one more time around now,
my children did what they were told,
disappeared on down the road,
I ain’t going to pray no more.

Dirt gritting my teeth and my soul,
just one more time around now,
water jug warming in the sun
plowing my way to kingdom come
but I ain’t going to pray no more.