Oh the poor old dirt farmer,
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He's lost lost all his corn
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And now where's the money
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To pay off his loan?
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He lost all his corn
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Cant pay off his loan
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He lost all his corn.
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Well the poor old dirt farmer,
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He only grows stones.
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He grows then on down
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Till they big enough to roll.
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He rolls them on down
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To the tax man in town.
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Ya, he rolls them on down
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Now the poor old dirt farmer
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He's left all alone.
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His wife and his children
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They've packed up and gone.
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Packed up and gone
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He's left all alone
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They've packed up and gone
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Well the poor old dirt farmer
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How bad he must feel.
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He fell off his tractor
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Up under the wheel.
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And now his head
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Is shaped like a tread
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But he ain't quite dead.
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Well the poor old dirt farmer
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He cant grow no corn.
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He cant grow no corn
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Cause he ain't got a loan.
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He ain't got no loan
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Cant grow no corn
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He ain't got no loan
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Poor Old Dirt Farmer
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| Levon Helm |
