Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Taxes on the Farmer Feeds Us All, artist - Ry Cooder. Album song 1970 - 1987, in the genre R&B
Date of issue: 08.12.2013
Record label: Rhino Entertainment Company
Song language: English
Taxes on the Farmer Feeds Us All |
We worked through Spring and Winter, through Summer and through Fall |
But the mortgage worked the hardest and the 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 |