Dear heavenly father, what have I done Used to have it all now I'm left with none Great state of Georgia come took the farm away Because of the bills that I could not pay My family's name has been here since 1833 A hundred years of sweat and blood handed down to me Said every day I work these fields and every night I pray The rain, the rain don't ever come and I doubt it is on the way Oh, what will I do when all else fails What will I do when no water's in the well Oh, what will I do when there's nothing left to sell Oh, what will I do only time will tell I hear there's work in Richmond and some in New Orleans But outside that Clarke county line is a world I've never seen The paper say that the times are tough and money's running low But the bottom doesn't look so bad when the bottom's all you know Dear heavenly father, I've come before you now A bottle's in my left hand, a pistol's to my brow The preacher says salvation will cleanse all my bad deeds But I could never forgive myself for failing my family What will I do when all else fails What will I do when no water's in the well Oh, what will I do when there's nothing left to sell Oh, what will I do only time will tell