Lyrics
Come you ladies and gentlemen, listen to my song
Sing it to you right, but you might think it's wrong
May make 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
You move out on Penny's farm
Plant a little crop of 'bacco and a little crop of corn
Come around to see, gonna plan and plot
'Til he gets himself a mortgage on everything you got
It's hard times in the country
Out on Penny's farm
Hasn't George Penny got a flattering mouth
Move you to the country in a little log house
Got no windows but cracks in the wall
He'll work you all summer and rob you in the fall
It's hard times in the country
Out on Penny's farm
You go in the fields and you work all day
Way into the night, but you get no pay
Promise you meat or a little bulky lard
It's hard to be a renter on Penny's farm
It's hard times in the country
Out on Penny's farm
Here George Penny, you'll come into town
With his wagonload of peaches, not one of them sound
Got to have his money or somebody's check
You pay him for a bushel, and you don't get a peck
It's hard times in the country
Out on Penny's farm
George Penny's 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
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
Writer(s): Troy Harold Seals, Eddie F. Setser, John Greenebaum
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