The Christian pilgrim whose only desire was to reach heaven has become a Southern farmer of the late 19th century with a regional and practical worldly goal. After describing the deprivation in his life, he asserts that one day, right here on the ground, farmers will live in plenty.Hedy West, liner notes for "Whores, Hell and Biscuits for 2 Centuries," Bear Family BF 15003, 1976.
I saw an honest farmer. His back was bending low.
He's picking out his cotton as fast as he could go.
He piled it in the railpen until the merchant came
That he might attach his cotton, that he should pay his claim.It's pans of biscuits, bowls of gravy, Pans of biscuits we shall have.I saw him in the evening. His back was against the tree.
His poor old head was aching. He rolled upon his knee.
"I'll be compelled to go home, or surely I must die!
My head is commenced aching.'' I heard the farmer cry."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 bending low.
He's picking out his cotton as fast as he could go.
