The Lord told Adam that for his crime There would be punishment, he had to do hard time Pack your crap boy and hit the road One way or another, you gotta do what you’re told By the sweat of your brow you will learn The simplest pleasure, must be earned Your very existence, you must carve Out of the hard ground, or you will starve The soup kitchen is closed for you bum Your children, their children, on and on Simple and easy in the garden You blew it boy, you’ll never see it again The curse of Adam, the sting of a bee The curse of Adam, a falling tree The curse of Adam, brings me to my knees The curse of Adam, I hate to leave Time has passed now, generations roll The sting of work has taken it’s toll We used to live to a ripe old age Now when we’re still babies, already headed to the grave From coal mine to the forest to any job that will pay We continue the struggle each and every day We have made tools and developed a trade Proud of our accomplishments and all we’ve made Even with all of this progress God looks down and says, “Aw, what a mess” Scratching and clawing, everyone wants to be the best Hard work won’t buy any rest The curse of Adam, the sting of a bee The curse of Adam, a falling tree The curse of Adam, brings me to my knees The curse of Adam, I hate to leave I know some people that think the world owes them They think it’s ok to take what they don’t have If you think you won’t pay, then roll them dice And ask old man Adam, what was his price Put your nose to the grindstone and shoulder the wheel Maybe if you’re real careful, your bruises will heal Like old Adam, we’re all headed for dead Just be grateful for your daily bread The curse of Adam, the sting of a bee The curse of Adam, a falling tree The curse of Adam, brings me to my knees The curse of Adam, I hate to leave I’m sweating and bleeding, sitting right where I’m at Working at music, put some money in the hat That’s all there is, there ain’t no more If you don’t like it, just show me the door