Money Don't Grow on Trees

One day, dear boy, when you're my age
with your hands calloused from labor,
you'll come to see through honest wage
that the good Lord done you a favor,
He put you here on this green Earth
to dig the fields and plant the seeds,
asking only for you to show your worth
by giving thanks with all good deeds,
I know a dollar ain't the means to all
but you got to work and do your best,
so now on your feet and stand up tall
'cause this here's God's tender test,
so you might not understand this now
but someday I know you'll come to find
you can see it too and you'll know how
to work like me, finding peace of mind.