Country, Christian, and Blues
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The Seventh Day
Born in Ruskin, Florida
In the back of a beat up Ford
It wasn’t much to look at,
But all we could afford
That truck took us farm to farm,
Sometimes state to state
We didn't have silver spoons,
Just thankful that we ate
Six days we were in the fields,
Backs bent to our work-------------- Chorus
The seventh day belonged to God,
We spent it in church
That first year I went to the school,
No one knew my name
They all called me white trash,
I didn’t feel ashamed
We never had much money,
But our clothes were clean
I kept a loving heart,
Though they were very mean
Six days we were in the fields,
Backs bent to our work-------------- Chorus
The seventh day belonged to God,
We spent it in church
The son of migrant workers,
Sometimes times were tough----------------------- Bridge
Love kept us together
And Lord it was enough
Those times are long gone now,
Sometimes I regret
That they weren’t longer,
But I won’t forget
Six days we were in the fields,
Backs bent to our work-------------- Chorus
The seventh day belonged to God,
We spent it in church
Instr. Break
Six days I am in the fields,
Back bent to my work-------------- Chorus
The seventh day belongs to God,
I spend it in church
The seventh day belongs to God,
I spend it in church
The seventh day belongs to God,
I spend it in church
Copyright John W. Selleck BMI and Floyd Feske
