Down On Penny's Farm

Come you ladies and gentlemen, listen to my song Sing it to you right, but you might think it's wrong May make you mad, but I mean no harm It's just about the renters on Penny's farm It's hard times in the country Out on Penny's farm You move out on Penny's farm Plant a little crop of 'bacco and a little crop of corn Come around to see, gonna plan and plot 'Til he gets himself a mortgage on everything you got It's hard times in the country Out on Penny's farm Hasn't George Penny got a flattering mouth Move you to the country in a little log house Got no windows but cracks in the wall He'll work you all summer and rob you in the fall It's hard times in the country Out on Penny's farm You go in the fields and you work all day Way into the night, but you get no pay Promise you meat or a little bulky lard It's hard to be a renter on Penny's farm It's hard times in the country Out on Penny's farm Here George Penny, you'll come into town With his wagonload of peaches, not one of them sound Got to have his money or somebody's check You pay him for a bushel, and you don't get a peck It's hard times in the country Out on Penny's farm George Penny's renters, they come into town With their hands in their pockets and their heads hanging down Go in the store and the merchant will say Your mortgage is due, and I'm looking for my pay It's hard times in the country Out on Penny's farm Down in his pocket with a trembling hand Can't pay you all, but I'll pay you what I can Then to the telephone, the merchant makes a call They'll put you on the chain gang if you don't pay it all It's hard times in the country Out on Penny's farm