Ed Bruce - Working Man's Prayer lyrics

Lord, put your hand to The handle of my hoe Let me make another step Let me grow another row Even though I'm tired Got to try to make a dollar For my wife and kids Living over in the holler The frost came early last year And, well, Lord, there just Wasn't anything to be harvested Well, with no money And Christmas a-coming A man's mind takes funny turns And for a minute I thought to blame you, Lord But I know better than that I know that for every row planted It takes a heap of praying And I reckon I been forgetting mine When the crops died But you didn't forget me, Lord And by the time Christmas came I'd found enough to put A chicken on the table It wasn't that big turkey I wanted But it was mighty good eatings And the kids all had new shoes It wasn't those fancy toys they wanted But their feet was nice and warm And then I guess I cried a little And I got down on my knees And I thanked you, Lord, remember Lord, put your hand to The handle of my hoe Let me make another step Help me grow another row Even though I'm tired Got to try to make a dollar For my wife and kids Living over in the holler And then there was a time my wife said You just got to slow down, man I said, honey I got make it while I can So I worked three days, Lord Without stopping for Miss Simmons down the road Had wood needed chopping Sam Fallow over east Had hay needed bailing Old man Taylor wanted his Holler fixed beforee spring planting The fourth day I was down on my back, Lord But I got it all done Before the sky turned black Now, I ain't complaining, Lord But sometimes when you see me stumble Reach down and lend A helping hand to my back Make my days a little shorter And my nights a little longer Lord, make my hammer a little lighter And my dollar a little stronger And if there's anything I can do for you, Lord Let me know what's to be done It shall be done Well, goodnight, Lord