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