So, some bubba got his tittie in a wringer with too much debt and decides that he ought to go make some fast money engaged in the rape of Iraq. What are we to make of that? The dumbkopf should have avoided getting into debt in the first place!
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Last night, I happened to be delighted when one of our local radio stations featured this old traditional tune:
RY COODER LYRICS
TAXES ON THE FARMER FEEDS US ALL LYRICS
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(traditional, adapted by ry cooder)
We worked through spring and winter, through summer and through fall,
But the mortgage worked the hardest and the (e) steadiest of us all.
It worked on nights and sundays, it worked each holiday
settled down among us and it never went away.
The farmer comes to town with his wagon broken down
The farmer is the man who feeds us all.
If you only look and see I know you will agree
That the farmer is the man who feeds us all.
The farmer is the man, the farmer is the man
He buys on his credit until fall.
Then they take him by the hand
And they lead him from his land
And the merchant is the man who gets it all.
The farmer is the man, the farmer is the man
He lives on his credit until fall.
With the interest rates so high
It’s a wonder he don’t die
But the taxes on the farmer feeds us all.
Well, the banker says he’s broke and the merchant stops and smoke.
But they forget that it’s the farmer that feeds them all.
It would put them to the test if the farmer took a rest,
And they’d know that it’s the farmer that feeds them all
The farmer is the man, the farmer is the man
Lives on his credit until fall.
Well, his pants are wearing thin
His condition, it’s a sin
’cause the taxes on the farmer feeds us all.
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And yes, the station was the NPR affiliate. They aren't completely swinish, yet. |
