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Seven Cent Cotton and Forty Cent Meat (Bob Miller) Seven cent cotton and forty cent meat, How in the world can a poor man eat? Flour up high and cotton down low, How in the world can we raise the dough? Clothes worn out, shoes run down, Old slouch hat with a hole in the crown, Back nearly broken and fingers all sore, Cotton gone down to rise no more. Seven cent cotton and forty cent meat, How in the world can a poor man eat? Mules in the barn, no crops laid by, Corn crib empty and the cow's gone dry. Well water low, nearly out of sight, Can't take a bath on Saturday night. No use talking, any man is beat With seven cent cotton and forty cent meat. Seven cent cotton and eight dollar pants, Who in the world has got a chance? We can't buy clothes and we can't buy meat, Too much cotton and not enough to eat. Can't help each other, what shall we do ? I can't explain it so it's up to you. Seven cent cotton and two dollar hose, Guess we'll have to do without any clothes. Seven cent cotton and forty cent meat How in the world can a poor man eat? Poor getting poorer all around here, Kids coming regular every year. Fatten our hogs, take 'em to town, All we get is six cents a pound. Very next day we have to buy it back, Forty cents a pound in a paper sack. Copyright Bob MillerDownload the song in PDF format for printout etc.