An old farmer stopped me on the street one day. I stopped to listen to his conversation
And these is the words that he had to say he said boy
I 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 man
Now 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 plow
Want you to feed my mules want you to milk my cow. I told him to stop right there before he said no more
I told him in front I wasn't gonna go
I told him I wasn't gonna chop his cotton and wasn't gonna plow his corn
If I saw a mule running off with the world, I'd tell him to go head on
I told his paddy and saw me did swear no more farm for me too damn many ups out there
He pulls off his hat and begin to scratching his hair. See what you mean by the farm
You see it's too many ups out there
I said well on a farm early in the morning when you wake up the next thing you do you got to get up
There it is
It's a rush up
You got to get in a lot before sun up when you get to the lot you got to catch up
When you get to the field, you got to hook up
So the next thing you hollering is a come up all day long
You're playing God's ground up when you get in at night
You're all stiffed and stoved up see on Saturday as the man you got to look up
You're trying to get him to settle up
He telling you ain't paid for the groceries you got last week and you don't already eat up
That may make you mad and you may frown up
Maybe started giving him some of that big head up and right there them farmers is lively bunch up and right there is where you
lively get *** up