Down on the farm about half past four I slip on my pants and sneak out the door out of the yard I run like the dickens to milk ten cows and feed the chickens; clean out the barn, curry Nancy and Jiggs, separate the cream and slop the pigs; work two hours and eat like a Turk and then I'm ready for a full days work.
(chorus) Now some people tell us there ain’t no hell but they never farmed and they can’t tell. When spring rolls around I take another chance while the fringe grows longer on my old gray pants.
Then I grease the wagon and put on the rack, throw a jug of water in an oldgrain sack, Hitch up the horses and hurry down the lane- Must get the hay in for it looks like rain. Look over yonder, sure as I’m born, Cattle on the rampage and cattle in the corn, start across the medder, run a mile or two, Heaving like I’m wind broke, get wet all through.
Get back to the horses then for recompence Nancy gets a-straddle the barbed wire fence; Joints all a-aching and muscles in a jerk I’m fit as a fiddle for a full days work. Work all summer ’till winter is nigh then figure up the books and heave a big sigh; Worked all year, didn’t make a cent, got less cash now that I had last spring.
from Songs of the Iron Men,
released April 1, 2009
Trad. American folk song adapted by Harry Fischback; Music arranged by Christian Williams
Christian Williams is a self-taught musician, experimental composer, and visual artist. His passion for expression has led
him to dabble in a wide variety of music styles, ranging from dark acoustic folk music inspired by the American prairie to abstract sound art utilizing acoustic loops and field recordings....more