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While the farmer is the man that feeds them all. There are speculators all about, you know, Who are sure to help each other roll the ball, As the people they can fleece, and then take so much apiece, While the farmer is the man that feeds them all. Then the preacher who can preach his sermons long, And the lawyer and the doctor, servants all;
The farmer is the man, the farmer is the man He lives on his credit until Fall With the interest rates so high It's a wonder he don't die But the taxes on the farmer feeds us all Well, the banker says he's broke and the merchant stops and smoke But they forget that it's the farmer that feeds them all It would put them to the test if the farmer took a rest And they'd know that it's the farmer ...
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Songfacts®: "The Farmer Is The Man" is a genuine American folk song. The title varies: "The Farmer Is The Man That Feeds Them All," "The Farmer Is The Man That Feeds Us All," etc., but the sentiment is the same. It can be dated to at least the 1890s, and makes the point that ultimately, everyone lives off the farmer, because without him nobody ...
ライ・クーダー / Taxes On The Farmer Feeds Us All. 2014年03月20日 (木) 21時51分01秒. テーマ：. 音楽 ライ・クーダー. Ry Cooder -. Taxes On The Farmer Feeds Us All. お気に入りジャケット第8弾は、. ライ・クーダーの1971年発表の. 名盤として知られるセカンドアルバム.
2 de ene. de 2023 · In 1934, he recorded a version called “Taxes on the Farmer Feeds Them All” for Victor’s Bluebird label. In 1930, in Memphis, the duo of Frank Wheeler and Monroe Lamb recorded their rendition of the song.
But they forget that it's the farmer that feeds them all It would put them to the test if the farmer took a rest And they'd know that it's the farmer that feeds them all The farmer is the man, the farmer is the man Lives on his credit until Fall Well, his pants are wearing thin His condition, it's a sin 'Cause the taxes on the farmer feeds us all
