Sharecroppin’ Man

On the day you rattled up the line to work my family's land
Mama caught us smilin' as she took me by the hand
She said "What your young heart sees in him, I'll never understand. But it's a sorry life to live lovin' a sharecroppin' man."

His back is nearly broken by the time his day is through
And his dirty hands are empty when he brings them home to you
So don't come runnin' back here when his soil turns to sand
It's a sorry life to live lovin' a sharecroppin' man

On a cold November eve'nin 'cross the bitter plains we ran
Far from that old shotgun and our copper weddin' bands
And you whispered "Life without you girl, it's more than I can stand, but it's a sorry life to live lovin' a sharecroppin' man."

My back nearly broken by the time my day is through
And my dirty hands are empty when I bring them home to you
So remember that I warned you when our soil turns to sand
It's a sorry life to live lovin' a sharecroppin' man

On our youngest daughter's finger sets a simple copper band
Boy we worked last Summer's gone and asked her for her hand
She said "Watchin' you and Daddy through the years, I understand
That I wanna live my life lovin' a sharecroppin' man."

He'd sooner break his back than break the promise made to you
And his empty hands are dirty, but his heart is pure and true
And the Good Lord guides His steady plow through soil or through sand
The sweetest life to live's lovin' a sharecroppin' man

Yeah the Good Lord guides His steady plow through soil or through sand
The sweetest life to live's lovin' a sharecroppin' man