Folk song, circa 1890
When the farmer comes to town with his wagon broken down
The farmer is the man that feeds ’em all
If you’ll only look an’ see, I think you will agree
That the farmer is the man that feeds ’em all
The farmer is the man, The farmer is the man
Lives on credit ’til the fall
Then they take him by the hand
And they lead him from the land
And the middle man’s the one that gets it all
When the lawyer hangs around, and the butcher cuts a pound
The farmer is the man that feeds ’em all
And the preacher and the cook, they go strollin’ by the brook
But the farmer is the man that feeds ’em all
The farmer is the man, The farmer is the man
Lives on credit ’til the fall
With the interest rates so high
It’s a wonder he don’t die
For the mortgage man’s the one that gets it all
When the banker says he’s broke, and the merchant’s up in smoke
They forgets that it’s the farmer feeds ’em all
It would put them to the test, if the farmer took a rest
Then they’d know that it’s the farmer feeds ’em all
Well the farmer is the man
The farmer is the man
Lives on credit ’til the fall
And his pants are wearin’ thin
His condition it’s a sin
He’s forgot that he’s the man that feeds ’em all