An old farmer stopped me on the street one day. I stopped to listen to his conversationAnd these is the words that he had to say he said boyI don't mean you no harm, but would it be any chance for me getting you to go out on my farm?I said look here. Mr. Whitey. I want you to understand. I'm not no boy. I'm a full-grown manNow talk to me just like I'd talk to you. What in the hell is out on your farm that you want me to do?He said well, I want you to chop and I want you to plowWant you to feed my mules want you to milk my cow. I told him to stop right there before he said no moreI told him in front I wasn't gonna goI told him I wasn't gonna chop his cotton and wasn't gonna plow his cornIf I saw a mule running off with the world, I'd tell him to go head onI told his paddy and saw me did swear no more farm for me too damn many ups out thereHe pulls off his hat and begin to scratching his hair. See what you mean by the farmYou see it's too many ups out thereI said well on a farm early in the morning when you wake up the next thing you do you got to get upThere it isIt's a rush upYou got to get in a lot before sun up when you get to the lot you got to catch upWhen you get to the field, you got to hook upSo the next thing you hollering is a come up all day longYou're playing God's ground up when you get in at nightYou're all stiffed and stoved up see on Saturday as the man you got to look upYou're trying to get him to settle upHe telling you ain't paid for the groceries you got last week and you don't already eat upThat may make you mad and you may frown upMaybe started giving him some of that big head up and right there them farmers is lively bunch up and right there is where youlively get *** up