I've led a lifetime,
Fightin' this land,
Workin' for nothin',
With these dry and callused hands,
I'm a slave to the sun,
It ain't cutting me no slack,
Gets me thinking whenever I look back.
CHORUS:
Ain't no glory in this livin',
Ain't no runnin' from your sins,
I hope there's angels where I'm going,
Ain't no angels, where I been.
Ohhhhh.
Three generations,
Countin' on me,
To work this farm,
Keep it in the family,
Well, I've done all I can,
But it's fast becoming clear,
I can't hold out,
Much longer here.
CHORUS x 2
Ain't no angels where I been.
Ohhhhhh.
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