Classic Poem

Keep your hand on-a dat plow!
Hold on!
Keep your hand right on-a dat plow!
Hold on!

Noah, Noah, let me come in,
Doors all fastened an de winders pinned.
Keep your hand on-a dat plow!
Noah said, You done lost yo' track,
Can't plow straight an' keep a-lookin' back.

Sister Mary had a gold chain,
Every link was my Jesus' name.
Keep your hand on-a dat plow!
Keep on plowin'an' don't you tire,
Every row goes high'r an' high'r.

Ef you wanner git to Heben,
I'll tell you how:
Keep your hand right on-a dat plow!
Ef dat plow stays in-a your hand,
Land you straight in de Promise' Land.