Taxes On The Farmer Feeds Us All Lyrics by 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) fall
    But the mortgage worked the hardest and the (e) steadiest of us all
    It (a) worked on nights and sundays, it (d) worked each holiday
    (e) settled down among us and it never went (a) 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

    (a) the farmer is the man, the farmer is the man
    He buys on his credit until (e) fall
    Then they (a) take him by the hand
    And they (d) lead him from his land
    And the (e) merchant is the man who gets it (a) 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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