Ry Cooder - Taxes On The Farmer Feeds Us All Lyrics
(traditional, adapted by ry cooder)(d) - (a) - (e)(a) we worked through spring and winter, through (d) summer and through (a) fallBut the mortgage worked the hardest and the (e) steadiest of us allIt (a) worked on nights and sundays, it (d) worked each holiday(e) settled down among us and it never went (a) awayThe farmer comes to town with his wagon broken downThe farmer is the man who feeds us allIf you only look and see I know you will agreeThat the farmer is the man who feeds us all(a) the farmer is the man, the farmer is the manHe buys on his credit until (e) fallThen they (a) take him by the handAnd they (d) lead him from his landAnd the (e) merchant is the man who gets it (a) allThe farmer is the man, the farmer is the manHe lives on his credit until fallWith the interest rates so highIts a wonder he dont dieBut the taxes on the farmer feeds us allWell, the banker says hes broke and the merchant stops and smokeBut they forget that its the farmer that feeds them allIt would put them to the test if the farmer took a restAnd theyd know that its the farmer that feeds them allThe farmer is the man, the farmer is the manLives on his credit until fallWell, his pants are wearing thinHis condition, its a sincause the taxes on the farmer feeds us all
