Album: Hard Times Hungrys [RCA Victor]
(Ray Cooder)
We worked through spring and winter
Through the summer and through the fall
But the mortage worked hardest
And the steadiest of us all.
It worked on nights and Sundays
Worked each holiday
It's settled now among us
And it never went away.
The farmer comes to town with his wagon broken down
The farmer is the man who feeds us all
If you'd only look and see I know you will agree
That the farmer is the man who feeds us all.
Yeah, the farmer is the man, the farmer is a man
Buys on his credit till the fall
Then they take him by the hand and they lead him from his land
And the merchant he's the man who gits it all.
The banker says he's broke the grocer's up in smoke
They forget that it's farmer feeds us all
If we'd put them to the test if the farmer took a rest
Then they'd know that it's the farmer feeds us all.
Yeah, the farmer is the man, the farmer is the man
Lives on his credit until Fall
Well, his pants're wearin' thin his condition it's a sin
Because the Taxes On The Farmer Feeds Us All.
I said the farmer is the man, the farmer is the man
The farmer is the man who feeds us all...