I drive my plough From fields to fields And my back. Is nearly broken But in my mind I've been doing something right Still my days Seen to go unspoken I am a simple man I don't ask for nothing Don't reach out for your hand Let me die on my land My father died When I was still young And I had. To find life on my own I was sleeping in the woods I was living on bread crumbs Make a boy feel so god-awful alone And I am a simple man I don't ask for nothing Don't reach out for your hand Let me die on my land Well my mule has gone lame And my work, my work is slow These times . They can bring me a little sorrow Got no food on my table No wood in my fire And I pray some nights I don't wake up tomorrow Well I can't feed my children anymore Now I hear death Knocking around my door Let me die in grief no more And I am a simple man I don't ask for nothing Don't reach out for your hand Let me die on my land