Keep it up, keep it up, my son
Don’t stop your work until the day is done
Never quit until that setting sun calls you to your home

Father’s out working in the field
Holding in the daily bread
And I am following in his footsteps
Hanging on every word being said

He says you Keep it up, keep it up, my son
Don’t stop your work until the day is done
Never quit until that setting sun calls you to your home

Father’s out working in the fields
Keeping his rows straight and planting his seeds
And I am alone on this empty highway
Trying to find out just where it leads

He says you Keep it up, Keep it up, my son
Don’t stop your work until the day is done
Never quit until that setting sun calls you to your home

Father’s out working in the fields
Toiling in the heat and pulling his share
I’m in the clouds with my dreams and wishes
Just trying to find out how I can stay there

He says dream on, dream on my son
Don’t stop your dream until your time is done
Never quit until that setting sun calls you to your home

Father’s worked his last day in the fields
Harvest is in and is stored away
And I’m sitting here by his bedside
Hanging on every word I hear him say

He says Drink up, drink up my son
Don’t stop your work until your time is done
Never quit until that setting sun calls you to your home

Now I’m out working in the field
Holding in the daily bread
He is following in his footsteps
Hanging on every word being said
I say keep it up, keep it up, my son
Don’t stop your work until the day is done
Never quit until that setting sun calls you to your home

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