Not Feeling Any Pain Songtext
von William Elliott Whitmore

Yeah, the fields are plowed, my work is through
Now the day is done
Nothing left for me to do, but toast to the setting sun

Hmm, I am not feeling any pain, mm-mm-mm

Yeah, the rain won′t fall, crops can't grow
The seeds will not take root
If you reap just what you sow
Come harvest time, we′ll see the proof

But I am not feeling any pain, mm-mm-mm
Oh, I am not feeling any pain, mm-mm
Oh, I am not feeling any pain, mm-mm-mm

Yeah, the money's gone, the well's run dry
Hard times have come again
And my old horse, he just won′t die
His ribs are showing through the skin

But I am not feeling any pain, mm-mm-mm


But my sweat and blood are spilling out
No bandages can mend
And in my mind there is no doubt that none of this trouble will ever end
Well, I′ve had my days, I've had my doubts of how this whole thing will play out
But still, I know that all I see someday soon will cease to be

But I am not feeling any pain, mm-mm-mm
Oh, I am not feeling any pain, mm-mm
Oh, I am not feeling any pain
Oh, I am not feeling any pain, mm-mm-mm
Oh, I am not feeling any pain, mm-mm, mm-mm-mm

Hm-mm
Hmm-mm-mm
Hmm-mm-mm
Hmm-mm-mm
Hmm-mm-mm
Hmm-mm-mm

Hmm-mm-mm
Hmm-mm-mm
Hmm-mm-mm
Hmm-mm-mm-mm