Hard Row to Hoe

Verse 1: I wrote your name on an old rag doll

And I put it in a pine box, I put it in a pine box

I raised your ring; saw it shimmer in the sun

Then I gave it a long toss, I gave it a long toss




Chorus 1: Oh, where shall I bury your awful memory?

Baby, I’m ready to let you go

You did some damage, but you won’t be the death of me

‘Cause bein’ without you ain’t such a hard row to hoe

Bein’ without you ain’t such a hard row to hoe




Verse 2: I dug a little hole way back in the woods

Where the sun never shines, where the sun never shines

Left all we had, like a planted seed of wood

In a grave beneath the pines, in a grave beneath the pines




Chorus 2: And Baby, I buried every awful memory

God knows I was ready to let you go

You did some damage, but you won’t be the death of me

‘Cause bein’ without you ain’t such a hard row to hoe

‘Bein’ without you ain’t such a hard row to hoe