A 
On the day you rattled up the line 
   E               A 
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 
         E              A 
Lovin' a share croppin' man 
 
A 
Why his back is nearly broken  
       E               A 
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 
         E             A 
Lovin' a share croppin man 
 
A 
On a cold November evenin' 
          E                A 
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 
         E              A 
Lovin' a share croppin' man 
 
A 
My back is nearly broken 
       E              A 
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  
         E              A  
Lovin' a share croppin' man 
 
A 
On our youngest daughters finger 
       E             A 
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 
         E              A 
Lovin' a share croppin' man 
 
A 
Well he'd sooner break his back 
             E               A 
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 
         E             A 
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 
         E             A 
Lovin' a share croppin man