Текст песни Share Croppin' Blues - Kay Starr

Way down in the Ozarks, there up the road
I met a man that looked just like old Grandpa Joe
He said, "Things are tough here, the homesteads are bust
If we don't get some rain we'll soon be gone with the dust"

No bread on the table, ain't no wood in the box
No roof on the stable, got no milk in the crocks
Use rope for suspenders and a goat ate my shoes
I've got the sharecroppin' blues

They call it sharecroppin', but there's nothin' to share
'Cause nothin' from nothin' leaves a handful of air
There ain't nothin' left here anybody can use
I've got the sharecroppin' blues

My dog don't bring home rabbits
There's no gun on my shelf
Yes, my dog's got funny habits
He's been eatin' all the rabbits by himself

My son's in Jeff City doin' ten to fifteen
The old lady left me when the pickin's got mean
My neighbors can't stand me, they all call me bad news
I've got the sharecroppin' blues

I mean I'm a-hungry
I've got those sharecroppin' blues