Poor Old Dirt Farmer

Oh, the poor old dirt farmer, he's lost all his corn

And now where's the money to pay off his loan?

He lost all his corn, can't pay off his loan

He lost all his corn

Well, the pool old dirt farmer, he only grows stones

He grows them on down till they're big enough to roll

He rolls them on down to the tax man in town

He rolls them on down

Now the pool old dirt farmer, he's a-left all alone

His wife and his children, they've packed up and gone

Packed up and gone, he's left all alone

They've packed up and gone

Well, the poor old dirt farmer, how bad he must feel

He fell off his tractor up under the wheel

And now his head, shaped like a tread

But he ain't quite dead

Well, the poor old dirt farmer, he can't grow no corn

He can't grow no corn 'cause he ain't get a loan

He ain't got a loan, he can't grow no corn

He ain't got no loan