The farmer is the man, the farmer is the man (Traditional, adapted by Ry Cooder) (D) - (A) - (E) (A) We worked through Spring and Winter, through (D) Summer and through (A) Fall But the mortgage worked the hardest and the (E) steadiest of us all It (A)

DJ don't you play nothing slow Keep those girls out on the floor Gotta make them want to come back for more. Been here since the sun went down, Be here when it comes back around Worked all week it's time to play Gonna get a little bit sideways And it's

I'm all over it now No I won't come back And I can't say how glad I am about that 'Cause I worked and I cursed and I cried Hello innocence Though it seems like we've been friends for years I'm finishing How I wish I had never begun

It's my fifty mission cup I worked it in And I worked it in to look like that Won the Leafs the cup They didn't win another till nineteen sixty two The year he was discovered I worked it in to look like that It's his fifty mission cup And I worked it in

My mama called, seen you on TV, son Said shit done changed ever since we was on I dreamed it all ever since I was young They said I wouldn't be nothing Now they always say congratulations Worked so hard, forgot how to vacation They ain't never had the

Lord, he made a woman out of me (Yes, he did) (He made a woman) Joe made a woman out of me I was born on a levy A little bit south of Montgomery Mama worked in the big house And, daddy, he worked for the county I never had no learning

Oh, my god, I cry in fear Afraid you have forgot me here Afraid you haven’t gotten long Your quiet dove and faithful son I kept the promises I made I went to work, I worked all day When I wanted to run, I stayed Little children came and grew Moved away

Railroad Bill, Railroad Bill He never worked, and he never will, And it's ride, ride, ride. Railroad Bill's a mighty mean man Shot the light out of the poor brakeman's hand Railroad Bill, up on a hill Lightin' a cigar with a ten-dollar bill. Railroad

PJ takin' off and I ain't stoppin', no Louis V belts, Louis V on my walls Never fear what's on my lens, I see fugazi I'm a street nigga and I stay faded Never worked in a gym, but I weighed it Back on the Forbes, shit crazy (Yeah) I make more than Dwyane

I've come way too far for this I've worked way too hard for this But we live in dark places, dark places Dark places I've put in too much work I've dealt with too much hurt I've dealt too much hurt People say I'm pissed off 'Cause I like to shit talk