Little More Time

He met her on the road
with her heavy, heavy load
she said oh my lord, you're beautiful

Its hard to do the pushin'
when you're a needle and she's a cushion
you know there ain't gonna be too much mushin' that way

He said she's just one more sheep
in a whole big, white heap
all they are is cotton for him to sleep on

Why do we have to die?
Give me just more time,
I'm gonna make it all right

All he had left in him was his pain
She was a sweet field of sugar cane
He was a walking hurricane , you do the math

He scratched his nails in the dirt
Still he couldn't undo all the hurt
It clang like sweat until his shirt, you know how it does

It's hard to teach a new dog old tricks
It's hard to break what you cannot fix
It's hard to let go cause it really sticks to you

Why do we have to die?
Give me just more time,
I'm gonna make it all right

All I need is time to get home to you