TV Down on the Farm - Cincinnati Pops Orchestra & Erich Kunzel

Every Friday night there's a steady cloud of dust That leads back to a field filled with pickup trucks Got old Hank cranking way up loud Got coolers in the back, tailgates down There's a big fire burnin' but don't be alarmed It's just country boys and girls gettin' down on the farm Ed's been on the tractor, ain't seen Becky all week Somebody said they seen 'em heading down to the creek Farmer Johnson's daughters just pulled up in a jeep Man he knows how to grow 'em if ya know what I mean Old Dave's gettin' loud but he don't mean no harm We're just country boys and girls gettin' down on the farm You can have a lot of fun in a New York minute But there's some things you can't do inside those city limits Ain't no closing time, ain't no cover charge Just country boys and girls gettin' down on the farm Well, you can come as you are, there ain't no dress code Just some rural route rules that you need to know Don't mess with the bull, he can get real mean Don't forget to shut the gate, stay out of the beans If it starts to rainin' will just head to the barn We're country boys and girls gettin' down on the farm You can have a lot of fun in a New York minute But there's some things you can't do inside those city limits Ain't no closing time, ain't no cover charge Just country boys and girls gettin' down on the farm Ain't no closing time, ain't no cover charge Just country boys and girls gettin' down on the farm Oh, let's get down, y'all Stay out of that hay

From the depths I called you, Ma For your breath and breast so warm and fabled Your hands reached inside Grabbed my heart, enlarged, disabled Hailed for your mercy An ear that cares How the blues sound from up there? With my wet hair, I wipe the blood off of your feet Carry me through these shark infested waters Well, you spared me from slaughter for sure But these sharks are equally in need of a martyr Oh, kindness shared Undeserved purest gift, this life you've spared How the blues sound from up there? Teeth gnashing, masticating this dumb tongue Quiet now, quiet now, hear that supplication Echo into the void Been received by no one Oh, my sweet dear Cold alone poisoning ourselves Engulfed in our own tears Signed, blues from down here. Pull the pin, drop it in, let it wash away your Time for your favorite story Of how to achieve golden glory Wash yourself all squeaky clean All in white on Hallow's eve Lessen your desire Hold your breath so patiently Never inquire how to be free Just stay on your knees You might doubt it Think there's nothing left for me To do but stomp my feet And shout about it From the depths I called you Now I'm waiting for an answer patiently Stuck here in the bottom of this well It's not the last you've heard from me

Come here ladies and gentleman Listen to my song Play it to you right But you may think it wrong May make you mad But I mean no harm It's just about the renters On Penny's farm It's a hard time in the country Down on Penny's farm Go into the fields And you work all day Deep into the night But you get no pay Promise you some meat Or a little bucket of lard It's hard to make a living On Penny's farm It's a hard time in the country Down on Penny's farm Hear George Penny He'll be coming into town With a wagon load of peaches Not a one of them sound Gotta get his money Gotta get a check Pay you for a bushel But you never get a peck It's a hard time in the country Down on Penny's farm George Penny's renters They be coming into town With their hands in their pockets And their heads hanging down Go to the merchant And the merchant he'll say, Your mortgage it is due And I'm looking for my pay It's a hard time in the country Down on Penny's farm Deep into his pocket With a trembling hand, Can't pay you what I owe But i'll pay you what I can Down to the merchant And the merchant make a call Put you on the chain gang Don't pay at all It's a hard time in the country Down on Penny's farm