A drunk left this world
With a life led of shame
And a poor young boy
To carry on his name
Eighty years of debt
And a farm that wouldn't yield
His own ring of hell
Rests out in that field
Plow on, plow on
For some bread on your table
Then you're back out by dawn
Plow on
There ain't no hope
For a higher sense of living
When you ain't got nothin'
Except the nothing you were given
Now you share your cup
With your wife and three kids
And pray that they have more
Than you ever did
Plow on, plow on
For some bread on your table
And you're back out by dawn
Plow on
Plow on, plow on
For some bread on your table
Then you're back out by dawn
Plow on
A drunk left this world
With a life led of shame
And a poor young soul
To carry on his name
El Mule - Plow On Lyrics
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A drunk left this world
With a life led of shame
And a poor young boy
To carry on his name
Eighty years of debt
And a farm that wouldn't yield
His own ring of hell
Rests out in that field
Plow on, plow on
For some bread on your table
Then you're back out by dawn
Plow on
There ain't no hope
For a higher sense of living
When you ain't got nothin'
Except the nothing you were given
Now you share your cup
With your wife and three kids
And pray that they have more
Than you ever did
Plow on, plow on
For some bread on your table
And you're back out by dawn
Plow on
Plow on, plow on
For some bread on your table
Then you're back out by dawn
Plow on
A drunk left this world
With a life led of shame
And a poor young soul
To carry on his name
With a life led of shame
And a poor young boy
To carry on his name
Eighty years of debt
And a farm that wouldn't yield
His own ring of hell
Rests out in that field
Plow on, plow on
For some bread on your table
Then you're back out by dawn
Plow on
There ain't no hope
For a higher sense of living
When you ain't got nothin'
Except the nothing you were given
Now you share your cup
With your wife and three kids
And pray that they have more
Than you ever did
Plow on, plow on
For some bread on your table
And you're back out by dawn
Plow on
Plow on, plow on
For some bread on your table
Then you're back out by dawn
Plow on
A drunk left this world
With a life led of shame
And a poor young soul
To carry on his name
Writer: Trevor Christensen
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