A
On the day you rattled up the line
EA
To work my familys land
Mama caught us smilin
E
And she took me by the hand
D
And she said what your young heart
A
See's in him I'll never understand
Cause its a sorry life to live
EA
Lovin' a share croppin' man
A
Why his back is nearly broken
EA
By the time his day is through
And his dirty hands are empty
E
When he brings 'em home to you
D
So dont come runnin back here
A
When his soil turns to sand
Its a sorry life to live
EA
Lovin' a share croppin man
A
On a cold November evenin'
EA
Cross the bitter plains we ran
Far from that old shotgun
E
In our copper weddin' bands
D
And you whispered life without you girl
A
Is more then I can stand
But its a sorry life to live
EA
Lovin' a share croppin' man
A
My back is nearly broken
EA
By the time my day is through
And my dirty hands are empty
E
When I bring them home to you
D
So remember that I warned you
A
When our soil turns to sand
Its a sorry life to live
EA
Lovin' a share croppin' man
A
On our youngest daughters finger
EA
Sits a simple copper band
The boy we worked last summers
E
Gone and asked her for her hand
D
And she said watchin you and Daddy
A
Through the years I understand
That I want to live my life
EA
Lovin' a share croppin' man
A
Well he'd sooner break his back
EA
Then break a promise made to you
And his empty hands are dirty
E
But his heart is pure and true
D
And the good Lord guides his steady plow
A
Through soil or through sand
The sweetest life to lives
EA
Lovin' a share croppin man
D
And the good Lord guides his steady plow
A
Through soil or through sand
The sweetest life to lives
EA
Lovin' a share croppin man
This arrangement for the song is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the song. You may only use this for private study, scholarship, or research.