Nobody would every say
that from hard work he shied away
Every night he came home sore,
his blood, sweat & tears he gladly poured
out every day
Picking cotton, hauling hay,
he took any job
he could find that’d pay
By: J.N.R Dutton
Nobody would every say
that from hard work he shied away
Every night he came home sore,
his blood, sweat & tears he gladly poured
out every day
Picking cotton, hauling hay,
he took any job
he could find that’d pay
By: J.N.R Dutton