Down On Penny's Farm
Come here ladies and gentlemanListen to my songPlay it to you rightBut you may think it wrongMay make you madBut I mean no harmIt's just about the rentersOn Penny's farmIt's a hard time in the countryDown on Penny's farm
Go into the fieldsAnd you work all dayDeep into the nightBut you get no payPromise you some meatOr a little bucket of lardIt's hard to make a livingOn Penny's farmIt's a hard time in the countryDown on Penny's farm
Hear George PennyHe'll be coming into townWith a wagon load of peachesNot a one of them soundGotta get his moneyGotta get a checkPay you for a bushelBut you never get a peckIt's a hard time in the countryDown on Penny's farm
George Penny's rentersThey be coming into townWith their hands in their pocketsAnd their heads hanging downGo to the merchantAnd the merchant he'll say,"your mortgage it is dueAnd I'm looking for my pay"It's a hard time in the countryDown on Penny's farm
Deep into his pocketWith a trembling hand,"can't pay you what I oweBut I'll pay you what I can"Down to the merchantAnd the merchant make a callPut you on the chain gangDon't pay at allIt's a hard time in the countryDown on Penny's farm