(Tracy Schwarz) Oh the poor old dirt farmer, He's lost lost all his corn And now where's the money To pay off his loan? He lost all his corn Cant pay off his loan He lost all his corn. Well the poor old dirt farmer, He only grows stones. He grows then on down Till they big enough to roll. He rolls them on down To the tax man in town. Ya, he rolls them on down Now the poor old dirt farmer He's left all alone. His wife and his children They've packed up and gone. Packed up and gone He's left all alone They've packed up and gone Well the poor old dirt farmer How bad he must feel. He fell off his tractor Up under the wheel. And now his head Is shaped like a tread But he aint quite dead. Well the poor old dirt farmer He cant grow no corn. He cant grow no corn Cause he aint got a loan. He aint got no loan Cant grow no corn He aint got no loan