Sowing on the mountain Reaping in the valley Sowing on the mountain Reaping in the valley Sowing on the mountain Reaping in the valley You're gonna reap
In the world's mighty gallery of pictures There're scenes that are painted from life, Scenes of youth and of beauty, Scenes of hardship and strife,
Way down in Columbus Georgia Lord I wish I was back in Tennessee Way down in that old Columbus Stockade My friends all have turned their back on me.
Jesse James and his boys rode that Dodge City Trail Held up the midnight Southern mail And there never was a man with the law in his hand That could keep
Eats an' drinks an' smokes are gone, Ice on th'steps an' you cain't git home; Hang y'r things on th' peg in th' corner; Giggle an' wiggle an' dance a
Dear Mrs. Roosevelt, don't hang your head and cry; His mortal clay is laid away, but his good work fills the sky; This world was lucky to see him born
Lots of folks back East, they say, is leavin' home every day Beatin' the hot old dusty way to the California line 'Cross the desert sands they roll, gettin
Chorus: Don't you push me, push me, push me, Don't you push me down. Don't you push me, push me, push me, Don't you push me down. You can play with me
In bed with my woman, just a singing the blues And I heard the radio a telling the news Said, the big Red army took a hundred towns And the allies dropping
Take a trip with me in 1913 To Calumet, Michigan, in the copper country I'll take you to a place called Italian Hall And the miners are having their big
I ride an old Paint, I'm leadin' old Dan I'm goin' to Montana just to throw the houlihan They feed in the coulees, they water in the draw Their tails
While we are on the subject of hard work I just wanted to tell you that, "I am a man who likes hard work" I was born working and I worked my way up by
Have you heard of a ship called the good Reuben James Manned by hard fighting men both of honor and fame? She flew the Stars and Stripes of the land of
My mother called me to her bedside These words she said to me If you don't quit your rambling ways They're gonna get you in the penitentiary Gonna get
Gonna tell you the story About old Lost John Lost John was a boy that got loose From a chain gang down in Louisiana About sixteen bloodhound, took in
It was early spring time that the strike was on They moved us miners out of doors Out from the houses that the company owned We moved into tents at old
I see they're lowering a right new coffin I see they're letting down a right new coffin Way over in that union burying ground And the new dirt's falling
It takes a worried man to sing a worried song It takes a worried man to sing a worried song It takes a worried man to sing a worried song I'm worried