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
Panecillos de Galleta
Vi a un honesto granjero
Su espalda se doblaba
Recogiendo su algodón
Tan duro como podía
Amontonaba
En el corral
Hasta que llegaba el comerciante
Para que pudiera
Adjuntar su algodón
Y así pagar
Su reclamo
Son panecillos de galleta
Tazones de salsa
Panecillos de galleta
Tendremos
Lo vi por la tarde
Su espalda contra un árbol
Su pobre cabeza dolía
Se arrodilló
Me veré
Obligado a ir a casa
O seguramente moriré
Mi cabeza
Ha empezado a doler
Escuché al granjero llorar
Son panecillos de galleta
Tazones de salsa
Panecillos de galleta
Tendremos
He trabajado
Toda mi vida
Y aún
Me encuentro pobre
Sin educación
Mis hijos
Han dejado mi puerta