Oh, the poor old dirt farmer, he has lost all his corn
And now where's the money to pay off his loan?
He lost all his corn, can't pay off his loan
He lost all his corn

Well, the poor old dirt farmer, he only go storm
He rolls him on down, daily picking up to Rome
He rolls him on down, to the tax man in town
He rolls him on down

Now the poor old dirt farmer, he's a 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 shaped like a tread
But he ain't quite dead

Well, the poor old dirt farmer, he can't run no corn
He can't run no corn, 'cause he ain't got a loan
He ain't got a loan, he can't grow no corn
He ain't got a loan