Eddie Noack
Eddie Noack
Eddie Noack
Eddie Noack
Eddie Noack
Eddie Noack
Eddie Noack
Eddie Noack
Eddie Noack
Eddie Noack
Eddie Noack
Eddie Noack
Eddie Noack
Eddie Noack
Eddie Noack
Eddie Noack
Eddie Noack
Eddie Noack
Eddie Noack
Eddie Noack
Eddie Noack
Eddie Noack
Eddie Noack
Eddie Noack
Eddie Noack
Eddie Noack
Eddie Noack
Eddie Noack
Eddie Noack
Eddie Noack
I've been told as you sow so shall you reap
And the sins that you do two by two you pay for one by one
In my younger years I was wild and free now those days are past and gone
But Lord ain’t the reaping ever done
Ain’t the reaping ever done
Ain’t the debt ever paid
I work my fingers to the bone
Can’t even pay the interest on the loan
Oh Lord Ain’t the reaping ever done
It’s been heartache for heartache, sin for sin
I’d be happy to break even, don’t expect to ever win
But my family has gone without through no fault of their own
Now they’re paying too
Ain’t the reaping ever done
Ain’t the debt ever paid
There ain’t no time to rest or stop
This harvest sure is a bumper crop
Ain’t the reaping ever done
Ain’t the debt ever paid
I’m giving everything I have
I didn’t know I’d run up such a tab
Ain’t The Reaping Ever Done was written by Eddie Noack.