Come here ladies and gentleman
Listen to my song
Play it to you right
But you may think it wrongMay make you mad
But I mean no harm
Its just about the renters
On Pennys farmIts a hard time in the country
Down on Pennys farmGo into the fields
And you work all day
Deep into the night
But you get no payPromise you some meat
Or a little bucket of lard
Its hard to make a living
On Pennys farmIts a hard time in the country
Down on Pennys farmHear George Penny
Hell be coming into town
With a wagon load of peaches
Not a one of them soundGotta get his money
Gotta get a check
Pay you for a bushel
But you never get a peckIts a hard time in the country
Down on Pennys farmGeorge Pennys renters
They be coming into town
With their hands in their pockets
And their heads hanging downGo to the merchant
And the merchant hell say
Your mortgage it is due
And Im looking for my payIts a hard time in the country
Down on Pennys farmDeep into his pocket
With a trembling hand
Cant pay you what I owe
But I'll pay you what I canDown to the merchant
And the merchant make a call
Put you on the chain gang
Dont pay at allIts a hard time in the country
Down on Pennys farm
Songwriters
Merchant Natalie APublished by
INDIAN LOVE BRIDE MUSIC