Poor, Poor Farmer Chords

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[Verse 1]
[C]I came from the city many mon[G]ths ago|Sold almost everything and it gave me quite a stake ya [C]know|I bought me self a section of the finest far[G]min' land|But how they make a fortune I don[C]'t understand||I bought new machinery the very best to [G]see|But always buying new parts and half me cro[C]p is weeds|The weasal took me chickens, while ars[G]enick killed me cow|The wife went home to mother, the black ear[C]th got me sow||I'm a poor, poor farmer what am I g[G]onna do?|A poor, poor farmer ful[C]l of rabbit'stew||A poor poor farmer always on the[G] go|Prayin' to get my farm work caught up before the[C] snow||The rabbits ate me garden the hail took all[G] me wheat|It seems I'm working round the clock, I'm really get[C]tin' beat|Grasshoppers came the other day just like a m[G]illion goats|Before I knew just what to do they cut down all me [C]oats|Well I loaded up the grass seed and started off[G] to town|Seems like every mile I made the price kept goi[C]n' down|The most of it was stuckage from wild oat[G]s to flax|And when we came to settle up I owed them for[C] the sacks||I'm a poor,
poor farmer what am [G]I gonna do?|A poor, poor farmer [C]full of rabbit'stew|A poor poor farmer always [G]on the go|Prayin' to get my farm work caught up before [C]the snow||I woke up this morning feelin' [G]mighty low||I gazed upon the patatoe field all covered [C]up with snow|First me wheat, then me oats now me spuds [G]are gone|The grub box is empty, how will [C]I carry on?|But still I got me freedom, my credit [G]rating is high|Don't have to pack a lunck box or heed the [C]whistle's cry|I'll always be a farmer I don't care about [G]a thing|And if I can get the tractor fixed I'll combine i[C]n the spring.||I'm a poor, poor farmer and I[G]'ll always be|A poor, poor farmer cause farming i[C]s for me|I'd rather be the farmer cause f[G]arming's what I love|And I'll still be a farmer up in the l[C]and above||I'm a poor, poor farmer what am I[G] gonna do?|A poor, poor farmer I'm f[C]ull of rabbit'stew|A poor poor farmer always on t[G]he go|Prayin' to get me farm work caught up before t[C]he s[G]now|And thats the way a poor poor farmers life m[C]ust go.||