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letra de the workin' end of a hoe - gene watson

[verse 1]
mom and daddy were great believers in the virtue of hard work
up and down that piece of farmland that kept their hands in dirt
it’s a hard education when your cradle is a cotton row
and early on, i was well acquainted with the working end of a hoe

[verse 2]
it was in my 16th summer and i was wearing out on school
daddy knew i was just a [?] with less sense than a mule
but he knew in his wisdom i would gain some self-control
if i toured the lower 40 on the working end of a hoe

[chorus]
my shoulders ached, my neck was baked and cotton was on my tongue
a three week war on crabgrass and the war had just begun
summer tan, blistered hands, there i came to know
that many a mind was opened on the working end of a hoe

[fiddle solo]

[verse 3]
now, the rate of a high school dropout is a thought that mortifies
but hanging in the local hardware store for 14.95
is an almighty answer these hearts would undergo
if they had to spend a good hot summer on the working end of a hoe
[chorus]
where the shoulders ache, the neck is baked and cotton is on the tongue
the war on weeds and crabgrass is a war that’s just begun
summer tan, blistered hands and all would come to know
that many a mind is opened on the working end of a hoe
summer tan, blistered hands and all would come to know
that many a mind is opened on the working end of a hoe

- gene watson

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