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