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Plight of Hands

03:49
Craig Corona
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Lyrics

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