Lord put a hand to the handle of my hoe Let me make another step help me go another road Even though I'm tired I'd break my back For my wife and kids livin' in the shack Every morning Lord I I get up and look at the sky And I know if I'm gonna work the sun's gotta shine I'm gettin' old Lord before my time broke down body and mind And some time when I don't see a rain cloud floatin' by Lord I just feel like dyin' My pa used to tell me when I was a boy He said son them big white fleely clouds ain't nothin' But the cottonfields of the Lord So after all these years of plantin' and choppin' and pickin' If I do get to the heaven like I've been tryin' And them clouds be what pa said Lord I hope your angels know how to use a hoe Lord put a hand to the handle of my hoe... You rememeber the time when the wife said you gotta slow down I said honey I gotta make it while I can So I worked three days without stoppin' For Miss Simons down the road had would need choppin' Ame Merlow over east had hay that needed bailin' Ol' man Turner he wanted his hopper fixed Before spring plantin' down my back Lord But I got it all done before the sky turned black now Lord I ain't complainin' but sometime when you see me stumble Reach down and lift a hand under my cotton sack Make my days a little shorter my nights a little longer Make a hammer a little lighter and a dollar a little stronger If there's anything I can do for you Lord Let me know what's to be done Lord by will be done goodnight Lord Lord put a hand to the handle of my hoe...