William Elliott Whitmore - Not feeling any pain

And I am not ^Bfeeling any p^Eain^{A E} Oh ^BI am not ^Afeeling any p^Eain^{A E}

The fields are plowed my ^Bwork is through And ^Enow the day is ^Adone There’s ^Enothing left for ^Bme to do But ^Etoast the setting ^Asun

And ^EI am not ^Bfeeling any p^Eain^{A E} Oh ^BI am not ^Afeeling any p^Eain^{A E}

The rain won't fall, those ^Bcrops can't grow The ^Eseeds will not take ^Aroot And ^Eif you reap just ^Bwhat you sow Come ^Eharvest time we'll s^Aee that proof

But ^EI am not ^Bfeeling any p^Eain^{A E} Oh ^BI am not ^Afeeling any p^Eain^{A E} Yes, ^BI am not ^Afeeling any p^Eain^{A E} Oh ^BI am not ^Afeeling any p^Eain^{A E}

The money's gone the ^Bwell's run dry Hard ^Etimes have come a^Again And ^Emy old horse he ^Bjust won't die His ^Eribs are showing ^Athrough the skin

But ^EI am not ^Bfeeling any p^Eain^{A E} Yes ^BI am not ^Afeeling any p^Eain^{A E} Honey, ^BI am not ^Afeeling any p^Eain^{A E} Oh ^BI am not ^Afeeling any p^Eain^{A E}

My ^Bsweat and blood are spilling out No ^Ebandages can ^Amend And ^Bin my mind there is no doubt That ^Enone of this trouble will ^Aever end Oh I've ^Ehad my days, I’ve ^Bhad my doubts ^EHow this whole thing ^Awill play out But ^Estill I know that ^Ball I see Will ^Esomeday soon all ^Acease to be

But ^EI am not ^Bfeeling any p^Eain^{A E} Oh ^BI am not ^Afeeling any p^Eain^{A E} Yes ^BI am not ^Afeeling any p^Eain^{A E} Oh ^BI am not ^Afeeling any p^Eain^{A E}