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Chorus:
It's a hard times in the country. Out on Penney's farm.
2 You move out on Penney's farm.
Plant a little crop of 'bacco, and a little crop of corn,
Come around to see you, gonna plit and plot
Till you get yourself a mortgage on everything you've got.
3 Haven't old George Penney got a flatterin' mouth? Move you to the country in a little log house. Got no windows but the cracks in the wall,
He will work you summer and he'll rob you in the fall.
4 You'll go in the fields and you'll work all day, Way after night, but you get no pay. Promise you meat or a little bucket of lard, It's hard to be a renter on Penney's farm.
5 Here's George Penney, he'll come into town,
With a wagonload of peaches, not a one of 'em sound, Got to have his money or somebody's check, Pay him for a bushel and you don't get a peck.
6 George Penney's renters, they'll come into town,
With their hands in their pockets and their head a-hangin' down,
Go in the store and the merchant would say,
"Your mortgage is due and Pm lookin' for my pay."
7 Down in his pocket with a trembelin' 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, an' you don't pay at all. |
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