Market's Down Again

“Tobacco market’s down again,” he said
A man can’t hardly earn a life
To feed his children and his wife
And keep the farm his daddy gave to him.

“Working in the fields is hard,” he said.
You rise up early in the morn
You work to dusk and a little more
It don’t mean much when tobacco’s down again.

Wayson’s warehouse caught on fire last year
An old man died in the blaze
The town was saved but the building razed
What’s the use, tobacco’s down again.

The man from Richmond said it was a shame
The summer past with little rain
The crop was poor, no one to blame
Another year tobacco’s down again.

When I’m gone the farm will go unplowed
My only son don’t want this life
He moved to town, took a city wife
All because the market’s down again.

“Tobacco market’s down again,” he said
A man can’t hardly earn a life
To feed his children and his wife
And keep the farm his daddy gave to him.