Field Hand Man

Always working just a field hand man
Nothing but a plow will fit my hand
Trust in God and doing the best I can
What it’s like to be field hand man
I’m as happy as a prince so grand
In this lonesome delta land
I was born to make my life this way
From the dawn until the close of day
Can’t be happy any other way
On the Mississippi river I’ll stay
I can sing and drive my blues away
From this levee anyday
I’m so happy when the day is done
Than I know that I can have my fun
There are no more chores for me to run
Worries vanish with the setting sun
There’s alittle girl and only one
Waiting when the day is done
Yes John Henry was a steel drivin' man
Drivin' steel over all this land
But he never could understand
All the pleasures of a field hand man
Don’t you worry about this old field hand
He’s a happy happy man