Well I got my hands on the gospel plow
And I wouldn’t take nothin’ for my journey now
Keep your hands on that plow of God
Hold on hold on
Keep your hands on that plow hold on
Well Matthew Mark Luke and John
All those prophets are dead and gone
Keep your hands on that plow of God
I never been to heaven but I’ve been told
The streets up there are made of gold
Keep your hands on that plow of God