Our family live in the back woods out on the farm
Raised in Missouri up before the sound of alarm
Day begin bright and early with rise of the sun
Our work as it started it seem never to get done
The hands used by mother they bled in winter time
My heart would hurt for her she was so very kind
Farming by the sweat of the brow is what you work for
Back in those days each one of your dream seem to soar
Life was not easy being a shared chopper working the land
We trust in God with love our garden food we had to canned
The crops was cotton and corn and livestock to be feed
Living a poor man’s ways night and day never to succeed
A house hold of children went to school we had better learn
Life in the bootheel we worked in the fields as hot sun to burn
Where the dirt was gumbo our life along the mighty river banks
Under a roof with parent at home you was not to old to be spank
© Johanna Fields
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