Field Hand Man

Field Hand Man (A. & R. Delmore)

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