NOVAE MILITIAE

(Traditional)

Well, I got my hands on the Gospel plow
And I wouldn't take nothin' for my journey now
Keep your hands on that plow of God

Hold on, Hold on
Keep your hands on that plow, Hold on

Well, Matthew, Mark, Luke and John
All those prophets are dead and gone
Keep your hands on that plow of God

I never been to heaven, but I've been told
The streets up there are made of gold
Keep your hands on that plow of God

Sister Mary was bound in chains
And every link was Jesus' name
Keep your hands on that plow of God

(Traditional, arranged by Bob Dylan)

Mary wore three links of chain,
Every link was Jesus name,
Keep your hand on that plow, hold on,
Oh, Lord, Oh, Lord,
Keep your hand on that plow, hold on.

Mary, Mark and Luke and John,
All them prophets so good and gone,
Keep your hand on that plow, hold on,
Oh, Lord, Oh, Lord,
Keep your hand on that plow, hold on.

Well I never been to heaven, but I've been told,
Streets up there are lined with gold,
Keep your hand on that plow, hold on,
Oh, Lord, Oh, Lord,
Keep your hand on that plow, hold on.
Oh, Lord, Oh, Lord,
Keep your hand on that plow, hold on.
Oh, Lord, Oh, Lord,
Keep your hand on that plow, hold on.