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I steadily stumble, walking around at night
Iâm too mean to die
Iâm too numb to write
Now Iâm out here
Just searching for my soul
So Lord help me now
Itâs a hard row to hoe
I used to have me a woman
Aw but I canât be true
All that late night rambling bound to put the damn pressure on you
Yea sheâs still around
But she left a long time ago
So Lord help me now
Cause itâs a hard row to hoe
And the weeds always high
And the air is as dry as a bone
And a mule and a plow
It ainât no good now
When itâs gone, long gone
Iâve been through that high water
The fire and the snow
So Lord help me now
Cause itâs a hard row to hoe
Thereâs hands in my pockets
Theyâre trying to take my change
One little last piece of the pie
Is all thatâs left when it hits my plate
Yea theyâll plunder ya crops for every seed you sow
So Lord help me now
Lord help me now, oh Lord
Wonât you please help me now
Cause itâs a hard row to hoe