Bob Dylan - Gospel Plow lyrics

Mary wore three links of chain,

Ev'ry link was Jesus name,

Keep-a your hand on that plow, hold on,

Oh, Lord, Oh, Lord,

Keep-a your hand on that plow, hold on.

Mary, Mark and Luke and John,

All these prophets so good and gone,

Keep-a your hand on that plow, hold on,

Oh, Lord, Oh, Lord,

Keep-a your hand on that plow, hold on.

I never been to heaven, but I've been told,

Streets up there are line with gold,

Keep-a your hand on that plow, hold on,

Oh, Lord, Oh, Lord,

Keep-a your hand on that plow, hold on.

Dig my grave with a bloody spade,

See that my digger gets well paid,

Keep-a your hand on that plow, hold on,

Oh, Lord, Oh, Lord,

Keep-a your hand on that plow, hold on.

That gospel line gets mighty hot,

But just hang on with all you got,

Keep-a your hand on that plow, hold on,

Oh, Lord, Oh, Lord,

Keep-a your hand on that plow, hold on.

When I get to the glory land,

Gonna play in the glory land,

Keep-a your hand on that plow, hold on,

Oh, Lord, Oh, Lord,

Keep-a your hand on that plow, hold on