Got the Farm Land Blues

I woke up this morning, between one and two
Woke up this morning, between one and two
Heard a chicken squalling, down at my chicken roost

I rushed down there, but a little too late
I rushed down there, but a little too late
Thief had got my chickens, and made his get-away

Went out to my corn crib, for to get some corn
Went out to my corn crib, for to get some corn
Thief had broke in my corn crib, took away every ear of my corn

Went to get my car, for to go get the sheriff
Went to get my car, for to go get the sheriff
Thief had took every tire, right off of my car

[Spoken]
Hard luck

Well, along come a storm, tore down my corn
Along come a storm, tore down my corn
While the bean beetle in the bean patch, eatin' up the beans
Boll weevil in the cotton, he's tearin' up the bolls

Got the farm land blues, got the farm land blues right now
Got the farm land blues, got the farm land blues right now
Not another fur-, row will I plow

Gonna sell my farm, gonna move to town
Gonna sell my farm, gonna move to town
Got the farm land blues, right now