Letra de Poor Old Dirt Farmer (Traditional) - Levon Helm

Oh the poor old dirt farmer, he's 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 stone
He grows them on down till they're big enough to roll
He rolls them on down to the taxman in town
He rolls them on down

Now the poor old dirt farmer, he's left all alone
His wife and his children they packed up and gone
Packed up and gone, he's left all alone
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They packed up and gone

Well the poor old dirt farmer, how bad he must feel
He fell off his tracker up under the wheel
And now his head, shaped like a tread
But he ain't quite dead

Well the poor old dirt farmer, he can't grow no corn
He can't grow no corn cause he ain't got a loan
He ain't got a loan, he can't grow no corn
He ain't got no loan