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To: AC Flyer who wrote (49332)	5/2/2004 11:37:33 PM
From: Raymond Duray	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 74559

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! * 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 asklyrics.com (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. * And yes, the station was the NPR affiliate. They aren't completely swinish, yet.