Is it almost my time, Lord?
For me to come home again?
There are very few tears left.
My children’s eyes tear me apart.
And Joe, my husband, he cries
When he thinks I’m not looking.
The flour is almost gone—bad, too.
Only ten potatoes left. No money.
The car broke down again, here.
Can Joe fix it one more time?
Where will we get gas money now?
Can’t even find any greens to pick
In this land so arid and dry.
How much longer, Lord, how much?
Will you help my children, my Joe
To make it to Californey way?
Give them a chance, Lord. They need it.
It’s been a long, tiring dreary trip.
Whatever you say, Lord, but please
Could you ease my children’s way?
I feel so terribly tired now.
Ohh…Joe, please don’t cry again.
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