Poor Old Dirt Farmer - Levon Helm

Oh the poor old dirt farmer,

He’s lost lost all his corn

And now where’s the money

To pay off his loan?

He lost all his corn

Can’t pay off his loan

He lost all his corn.

Well the poor old dirt farmer,

He only grows stones.

He grows then on down

Till they big enough to roll.

He rolls them on down

To the tax man in town.

Ya, he rolls them on down

Now the poor old dirt farmer

He’s left all alone.

His wife and his children

They’ve packed up and gone.

Packed up and gone

He’s left all alone

They’ve packed up and gone

Well the poor old dirt farmer

How bad he must feel.

He fell off his tractor

Up under the wheel.

And now his head

Is shaped like a tread

But he aint quite dead.

Well the poor old dirt farmer

He can’t grow no corn.

He can’t grow no corn

Cause he aint got a loan.

He aint got no loan

Can’t grow no corn

He aint got no loan