Stick our fruit mason jars Snapping peas in the backyard Been a year now with my hands in the dirt Blood on my fingers canât show it hurts We gonna see if next Sunday comes I ainât gonna make it if the working ainât done Working ainât done âtil the setting sun I got an old dreadnaught through a Bell and Howell It ainât the best of ways but itâll work somehow I donât need me a little band Because Mr. Davis says I got a sporting right hand We gonna see if next Sunday comes I ainât gonna make it if the working ainât done Working ainât done âtil the setting sun
Chorus: Look out boys youâre about to learn There comes a time when the cactus burns Life ainât never gonna spare the rod I canât keep living, living this hard My kin folks say donât forget who you are Themâs words thatâs got me living this far There comes sometimes when I get real low I wish my memory didnât serve me so We gonna see if next Sunday comes I ainât gonna make it if the working ainât done Working ainât done âtil the setting sun
Chorus repeat