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
Chorus: Look out boys you're about to learn There comes a time when the cactus burns
Life ain't never gonna spare the rod I can't keep living, living this hard
My kin folks say don't forget who you are Them's words that's got me living this far
There comes sometimes when I get real low I wish my memory didn't serve me so
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
Chorus repeat
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Lyrics submitted by RAH.C.