Forty Years Or More

Plowhand has been my name, Lord, for forty years or more
Plowhand has been my name, Lord, for forty years or more
Spent all my life, ooh well well, tryin' to take care of my so-and-so

Ain't gonna raise no more cotton, ain't gonna raise no more corn
Yeah, the world is too corny
Ain't gonna raise no more cotton
I declare, ain't gonna raise no more corn
And if a mule start runnin' away with the world
Ooh well well, I'm gonna let him go right on

Every night, I'm gonna holler "Whoa, gee, get up" in my sleep
Well, every night, every night
I find myself hollerin' "Whoa, gee, get up" in my sleep
I'm always sittin' my backbend back, ooh well well
To keep my little plow from goin' too deep

I wouldn't tell a mule to get up, if he sat down in my lap
I wouldn't tell another mule to get up, if he sat down in my lap
You know, I'm through with plowin', that's what killed my old grandpap