Even the Mercy

Always one more rock in the field
You can’t keep ahead of the weeds
And the landlord has got be paid
And the weather takes its time
You can’t make it rain or shine
You can’t stop it coming down like Judgment Day

And the margins are too slim
To pay off the debt you’re in
It will take what you give and demand more
The crops that you have grown
From seeds not your own
Will be gone, will be gone, will be gone

The boss he holds the deed
And the clay won’t hold the seeds
But you sow, and you sow, and you sow
And the law is running scared
Washington don’t care
You will get by with who you know