Pans of Biscuits

[Verse 1]
I saw an honest farmer, his back was bendin' low
Pickin' out his cotton as hard as he could go
He pouted in the rail pen until the merchant came
That he might attach his cotton, that he might pay his claim

[Chorus]
It's pans of biscuits, bowls of gravy
Pans of biscuits we shall have
It's pans of biscuits, bowls of gravy
Pans of biscuits we shall have

[Verse 2]
I saw him in the evening, his back was against a tree
His poor old head was achin', he rolled up on his knee
"I'll be compelled to go home or surely I will die
My head has commenced aching," I heard the farmer cry

[Chorus]
It's pans of biscuits, bowls of gravy
Pans of biscuits we shall have
It's pans of biscuits, bowls of gravy
Pans of biscuits we shall have

[Verse 3]
I've toiled all my lifetime and still I find I'm poor
Without an education, my children's left my door
I saw an honest farmer, his back was bendin' low
Pickin' out his cotton as hard as he could go

[Chorus]
It's pans of biscuits, bowls of gravy
Pans of biscuits we shall have
It's pans of biscuits, bowls of gravy
Pans of biscuits we shall have