Kate Campbell - Pans Of Biscuits lyrics

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