Up in the mornin', asscrack of dawn
get out to the parlor; get the milkers on
go to clean the barn, turn the cleaner on
the chain, it breaks; it's almost gone
(chorus)
The govt gives you a low-interest loan
instead of a milk check you get a suicide phone
number got the poor farm blues.
(verse)
Got so many bills that I can't pay
if I could set my own price that would be a way
to get out from under, get some breathing room
instead of working under a cloud of doom
(chorus)
Some of my equipment is a hundred years old
my tractors are so worn out, they couldn't be sold
my body is failing; my joints let go
they fill you full of painkillers; scars on your soul
(chorus)
My family's been here for over 200 years
seven generations working the fields
cutting timber in the winter; at least it'll yield
a little bit of cash for a decent meal
(chorus)
I hate to think of what the future holds
this just isn't working, and I'm gettin' old
wall street investors; they just don't care
they want the means of production; it just ain't fair
(chorus)
Poor Farm Blues April 5 2019
