I yield a large crop for you
The season's fertile, yes
I put a knife to my implements
Do you hear the grain's growing
You're not right beaten if your face don't hurt
You too, will meet St. Peter
You're not right beaten if your face is not in the dirt
You too, will meet St. Peter
You won't touch St. Peter's humble hands
The season's fertile, yes
I put a knife to my implements
Do you hear the grain's growing
You're not right beaten if your face don't hurt
You too, will meet St. Peter
You're not right beaten if your face is not in the dirt
You too, will meet St. Peter
You won't touch St. Peter's humble hands