Sharecropper
I’m a sharecropper
on my own farm
and I would give
my right arm
for a decent wage
in a decent world
at a decent age
with a decent girl
I’m my own slave
I dig my own grave
and what I wouldn’t give
for some lemonade
a hot day in the shade
and I’d have it made
livin’ out loud in a decent age
sharecropper
sharecropper
And my own debt
I can possess it
what I would do to forget it
and live a decent life
by the steel of my knife
and callus my hands
by working my land
sharecropper
sharecropper
I’m a sharecropper
on my own farm
I’m a sharecropper
on my own farm
I’m a sharecropper
on my own farm
and I would give my right arm
for a decent wage
in a decent world
at a decent age
with a decent girl
sharecropper