Here's a verse from a current favorite folk song we've been singing here at Bethany- from the "Fireside Book of American Folk Songs" a Christmas present to the kids....
'Leven cent cotton, forty cent meat
How in the world can a poor man eat?
Praying for the sunshine, cause it'll rain,
Things gettin worse, drivin all insane.
Built a nice barn, painted it brown
Lighten' come along an burnt it all down..
No use talkin' any man's beat
With 'leven cent cotton and forty cent meat.
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