Come here ladies and gentleman
Listen to my song
Play it to you right

But you may think it wrong
May make you mad
But I mean no harm

It's just about the renters
On Penny's farm
It's a hard time in the country

Down on Penny's farm

Go into the fields

And you work all day
Deep into the night
But you get no pay

Promise you some meat
Or a little bucket of lard
It's hard to make a living

On Penny's farm
It's a hard time in the country
Down on Penny's farm


Hear George Penny
He'll be coming into town

With a wagon load of peaches
Not a one of them sound
Gotta get his money

Gotta get a check
Pay you for a bushel
But you never get a peck

It's a hard time in the country
Down on Penny's farm


George Penny's renters
They be coming into town
With their hands in their pockets

And their heads hanging down
Go to the merchant
And the merchant he'll say,

"your mortgage it is due
And I'm looking for my pay"
It's a hard time in the country

Down on Penny's farm

Deep into his pocket

With a trembling hand,
"can't pay you what I owe
But I'll pay you what I can"

Down to the merchant
And the merchant make a call
Put you on the chain gang

Don't pay at all
It's a hard time in the country
Down on Penny's farm