Lincoln Durham Living This Hard
Stick our fruit mason jars Snapping peas in the backyard Been a year now with my hands in the dirt Blood on my fingers can't show it hurts We gonna see if next Sunday comes I ain't gonna make it if the working ain't done Working ain't done ‘til the setting sun I got an old dreadnaught through a Bell and Howell It ain't the best of ways but it'll work somehow I don't need me a little band Because Mr. Davis says I got a sporting right hand We gonna see if next Sunday comes I ain't gonna make it if the working ain't done Working ain't done ‘til the setting sun