Farmer's Blues

I once was a farmer
 and I worked on the land
 sunup to sundown
 But you live by the plow
 and you die by the same
 The story it's often been told
 Well the workin' was hard
 but the living was good
 and your time was your own
 But how can a man
 make his life on the land
 When the bankers and the railroads own it all?
 Soon the good life was gone
 Summer's drought and winter's toll
 till we were forced to leave
 I rode the rails
 for nigh on a year
 Then we settled in a dreary factory town
 It's ten cents an hour
 and it's ten hours a day
 and you'll never be free
 From the doubts and the fears
 and the life we're livin' here
 with my family so far from their home
 I once was a farmer
 and I worked on the land
 sunup to sundown
 But you live by the plow
 and you die by the same
 The story it's often been told