Back on the old forty and some

we learned to work beneath the sun.

You cleared that land to feed your home,

you took what you need, Lord you let the rest go.

You caught on quick that you don’t get sick

that a dirty cold is gonna do you in.

Poppa said live right, you’ll sleep at night

and if you don’t child the Devil’s gonna let you know.

Tomorrows coming boy, just as sure as you were born,

and a new day will rise with or without you.

We made cloth and bread from our own corn and thread,

we made some shine but it won’t to sell.

The government man stayed off our land

and Poppa told the banker man, “Boy you can go to hell.”

he said...

Tomorrows coming boy, just as sure as you were born,

and a new day will rise with or without you.

And it won’t be no surprise to the world

if the sun comes up and the morning shines,

but you ain’t there to see

you ain’t there to see it, no boy.

When Poppa’s heart gave out he didn’t scream nor shout

he just sat back on his old wooden chair,

he took a deep breath and he smiled at death,

and when the morning came around we put him in the ground.

Tomorrows coming boy, just as sure as you were born,

and a new day will rise with or without you.