Craig Corona: Music

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Damn there's frost outside my window once again
And it came early now this year
And the crop that would've meant my firewood
Ain't worth the gas in my John Deere

So if you heard me say I've come to gettin on
And slippin by had been my mean
A different story told by patches I must bear
On my roof and my blue jeans

I've heard them say that it ain't worth it
Even the meek should turn away
But I keep holdin' on, it won't be too long
Before I find a better way

My daddy was a banker's dream he borrowed 'til his grave
But never once did he give in
And looking back upon the choices I have made
I'm proud to say I'm strong as him

So if you wonder why I strive to work the land
When the city'd see me clear
The blood that stains this plow is from my daddy's hands
His spirit helps to ease my fears

I've heard them say that it ain't worth it
Even the meek should turn away
But I keep holdin' on, it won't be too long
Before I find a better way

So let'um think that it ain't worth it
Though I'm meek I'll have my say
And I'll keep holdin' on, Lord it won't be too long
Before I'm coming up your way