Come here ladies and gentleman. Listen to my song. Play it to you right. But you may think it wrong. May make you mad. But I mean no harm. Itâ€™s just about the renters. On Pennyâ€™s farm. Itâ€™s a hard time in the country. Down on Pennyâ€™s farm. Go into the fields. And you work all day. Deep into the night. But you get no pay. Promise you some meat. Or a little bucket of lard. Itâ€™s hard to make a living. On Pennyâ€™s farm. Itâ€™s a hard time in the country. Down on Pennyâ€™s farm. Hear George Penny. Heâ€™ll be coming into town. With a wagon load of peaches. Not a one of them sound. Gotta get his money. Gotta get a check. Pay you for a bushel. But you never get a peck. Itâ€™s a hard time in the country. Down on Pennyâ€™s farm. George Pennyâ€™s renters. They be coming into town. With their hands in their pockets. And their heads hanging down. Go to the merchant. And the merchant heâ€™ll say. â€œyour mortgage it is due. And Iâ€™m looking for my payâ€. Itâ€™s a hard time in the country. Down on Pennyâ€™s farm. Deep into his pocket. With a trembling hand. â€œcanâ€™t pay you what I owe. But iâ€™ll pay you what I canâ€. Down to the merchant. And the merchant make a call. Put you on the chain gang. Donâ€™t pay at all. Itâ€™s a hard time in the country. Down on Pennyâ€™s farm.