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

• Artist:Ed Bruce