One More Row To Go • PDF
Words and Music by Joe LaMay
My grandpa was a farmer
From the day that he was born
He filled his twenty acres
With climbing beans and corn
He worked so hard every day
Til the sun was sinking low
You could hear him singing
One more row to go
I got one more row to go
One more row to go
You could hear him singing
One more row to go
And my daddy was a farmer
Worked out in the sun
Straining every muscle
Until his work was done
Oh I would pass him everyday
On my way from school
I could hear him singing
To his weary mule
We got one more row to go...
Now I'm an old dirt farmer
Mud caked on my brow
Turning up the soil
Behind the mule and plow
Some day "Ole Death" will call me
Time for me to go
Tell him I'm not ready
I got one more row to go
I got one more row to go...
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