Pans Of Biscuits
I saw an honest farmer
His back was bending low
Picking out his cotton
As hard as he could go
He piled
It in the rail pen
Until the merchant came
That he might
Attach his cotton
That he should pay
His claim
It's pans of biscuits
Bowls of gravy
Pans of biscuits
We shall have
I saw him in the evening
His back was against a tree
His poor ole head was aching
He rolled up on his knee
I'll be
Compelled to go home
Or surely i will die
My head
Has commenced aching
I heard the farmer cry
It's pans of biscuits
Bowls of gravy
Pans of biscuits
We shall have
I've toiled
All my lifetime
And still
I find i'm poor
Without an education
My children's
Left my door
Panelas de Biscoitos
Eu vi um fazendeiro honesto
Com as costas curvadas
Colhendo seu algodão
O mais rápido que podia
Ele empilhou
Na cerca do curral
Até que o comerciante chegou
Para que ele pudesse
Vender seu algodão
Para que ele pagasse
Sua dívida
São panelas de biscoitos
Tigelas de molho
Panelas de biscoitos
Nós teremos
Eu o vi à noite
Com as costas contra uma árvore
Sua cabeça pobre doía
Ele se apoiou no joelho
Vou ser
Forçado a voltar pra casa
Ou com certeza vou morrer
Minha cabeça
Começou a doer
Eu ouvi o fazendeiro gritar
São panelas de biscoitos
Tigelas de molho
Panelas de biscoitos
Nós teremos
Eu trabalhei
Toda a minha vida
E ainda
Descubro que sou pobre
Sem uma educação
Meus filhos
Deixaram minha porta