Flat Feet

Why is it still raining
I put out my tarp, but when it gets dark will I be shaking
Waiting on the call of the rooster’s song when it gets light
Pull up them bootstraps
My buckle is broke, but I’ll never show
Why are you still hating on those before you who do what you do
But do it just right
Though my knees are getting weak
From carrying ten ton loads on these flat feet
I’ll rise, oh Lord, when I’m beat
What is there to thank for
When the thankless works done, I’ll load up my gun
Living is an old chore can’t wait to complete
But still in this heat there’s more work to be done
Though my knees are getting weak
From carrying ten ton loads on these flat feet
I’ll rise, oh Lord, when I’m beat