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.