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Well, I got my head on the gospel plow
And I wouldn't give nothin' for my journeyman
Keep your hand on the plow of God
Hold on, hold on
Keep your hand on the plow, hold on
Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John
All those prophets are dead and gone
Keep your hand on the plow of God
Hold on, hold on
Keep your hand on the plow, hold on
Now I never been to Heaven
But I've been told the streets are there made of gold
Keep your hand on the plow of God
Hold on, hold on
Keep your hand on the plow, hold on
Well, I got my head on the gospel plow
And I wouldn't give nothin' for my journeyman
Keep your hand on the plow of God
Hold on, hold on
Keep your hand on the plow, hold on
Hold on, hold on
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