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Farmers of the corn and people are crying

Preppy business men running the nation

Real high taxes and more inflation

No more squash, And no potatos

No more peas and there ain't no tomatoes

No more dirt there's just cement

Look at this hell that the devil sent

Times are changing, Buggies to trains

No one heard the farmer cry and nobody felt his pain

Things are really moving, Let's check ourselves

Everything was all gone, There were no farmers left

No more squash, And no potatos

No more peas and there ain't no tomatoes

No more dirt there's just cement

Look at this hell that the devil sent