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Come you ladies and you gentlemen and listen to my song,
I'll sing it to you right but you might think it's wrong,
Make may 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.
Now you move out on Penny's farm,
Plant a little crop of 'bacco and a little crop of corn.
He'll come around to plan and plot
Till he gets himself a mortgage on everything you got.
It's hard times in the country, out on Penny's farm.
You got to the fields and you work all day
Till way after dark but you get no pay.
Promise you meat or a little lard,
It's hard to be a renter on Penny's farm.
It's hard times in the country, out on Penny's farm.
Now here's George Penny come into town
With a wagon-load of peaches, not one of them sound,
He's got to have his money or somebody's check
You pay him for a bushel and you don't get a pack.
It's hard times in the country, out on Penny's farm.
Then George Penny 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.
Goes 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.
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