Hard Row To Hoe

I steadily stumble, walking around at night

I’m too mean to die

I’m too numb to write

Now I’m out here

Just searching for my soul

So Lord help me now

It’s a hard row to hoe

I used to have me a woman

Aw but I can’t be true

All that late night rambling bound to put the damn pressure on you

Yea she’s still around

But she left a long time ago

So Lord help me now

Cause it’s a hard row to hoe

And the weeds always high

And the air is as dry as a bone

And a mule and a plow

It ain’t no good now

When it’s gone, long gone

I’ve been through that high water

The fire and the snow

So Lord help me now

Cause it’s a hard row to hoe

There’s hands in my pockets

They’re trying to take my change

One little last piece of the pie

Is all that’s left when it hits my plate

Yea they’ll plunder ya crops for every seed you sow

So Lord help me now

Lord help me now, oh Lord

Won’t you please help me now

Cause it’s a hard row to hoe