Penny’s Farm

Come you ladies and you gentlemen
And listen to my song
I'll sing it to you right but
You might think it's wrong
May make you mad but I mean no harm
It's all about the renters on Penny's farm
Hard times in the country
Down on Penny's farm

Now you move out to Penny's farm
Plant a little crop of 'bacco and
A little crop of corn come around and see
You're gonna plip and plop
Till you got yourself a mortgage
On everything you got
Hard times in the country
Down on Penny's farm
Then you go out in the fields
And you work all day
Way after night but you're gettin' no pay
Promise you meat or a little lard
It's hard to be a renter on Penny's farm
Hard times in the country
Down on Penny's farm

Now here's George Penny comin' into town
With a wagonload of peaches
Not one of 'em sound
He's got to have money or somebody's check
You pay him for a bushel and
You don't get a peck
Hard times in the country
Down on Penny's farm

Now, George Penny's renters they
Will come into town
With their hands in their pockets
And their heads hung down
Go in the store and the merchant will say
Your mortgage is due and I'm
Waitin' for my pay
Hard times in the country
Down on Penny's farm

Slow down in the pocket
With a tremblin' hand
Can't pay you all but I'll
Pay you what I can then to the telephone the
Merchant made a call
They'll put you on the chain gang
You won't pay at all
Hard times in the country
Down on Penny's farm

Hard times in the country
Down on Penny's farm