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