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