I drive my plough
From fields to fields
And my back.
Is nearly broken
But in my mind
I've been doing something right
Still my days
Seen to go unspoken
I am a simple man
I don't ask for nothing
Don't reach out for your hand
Let me die on my land
My father died
When I was still young
And I had.
To find life on my own
I was sleeping in the woods
I was living on bread crumbs
Make a boy feel so god-awful alone
And I am a simple man
I don't ask for nothing
Don't reach out for your hand
Let me die on my land
Well my mule has gone lame
And my work, my work is slow
These times .
They can bring me a little sorrow
Got no food on my table
No wood in my fire
And I pray some nights
I don't wake up tomorrow
Well I can't feed my children anymore
Now I hear d**h
Knocking around my door
Let me die in grief no more
And I am a simple man
I don't ask for nothing
Don't reach out for your hand
Let me die on my land