Lady Farmer

From the front porch deck off of route fifteen
She was the boss in the world of everything she'd see
Big crap shoot in a hundred degrees
Just to make half a living from a farm

Well her husband died back ninety-two
Left a note half paid and accounts overdue
Took a lot more with him than he ought to
And they say you can't take nothing

A whole lotta work for a little bit of pay
The more you get the more they take away
No use saying nothing when there's nothing to say
Tough getting by on your own

It's a roulette wheel full of bankrupt signs
Strong crop of corn with a weak bottom line
Little bit of laughing and a whole lot of tears
Half a living farmers make out over the years

There's a mule and a plough rusted over with age
Pigs in the pen and a chickens in the cage
Since the fox got to em well it's hard to gauge
If it's even worth keeping at all

Well the man left no one to oversee
And she's dead too back in two ought three
Left the farm to the N.A.A.C.P.
Cause the mountains were too hard to climb

A whole lotta work for a little bit of pay
The more you get the more they take away
No use saying nothing when there's nothing to say
Tough getting by on your own

It's a roulette wheel full of bankrupt signs
Strong crop of corn with a weak bottom line
Little bit of laughing and a whole lot of tears
Half a living farmers make out over the years