Eleven Cent Cotton

Finally something from Rise Up Singing!
I'm in Lumphini park again for this, which was recorded way back on december 13, 2009. I've been savin' it up special.
Important times:
Song begins at 2:35
Chord review at 1:12
Chord review again (because I messed up) at 6:56
I make up a song titled "regular old E major" at 8:01
Paddle boat spying on me at 8:14

So no complaining that I talk a lot and it's boring. I know I talk a lot. Skip it and go to the part you want to watch. (If there's no part you want to watch, that begs a question I'll leave to you to ask yourself).

By Bob Miller and Erma Derner
Rise Up Singing chapter: Farm and Prairie, p.51
Chords:
A - D A / D A B7 E / A - D A / - - E A
D - A - / B7 - E - / A - D A / - - E A

Lyrics:
Eleven cent cotton, forty cent meat
How in the world can a poor man eat
Pray for the sunshine, what you get is rain
Things getting worse, driving us insane
Built a nice house, painted it brown
Lightning came along and burnt it down
No use talking, any man's beat
With eleven cent cotton and forty cent meat

Eleven cent cotton, forty cent meat
We keep getting thinner 'cause we don't eat
Tried to raise peas, tried to raise beans
All we can raise is turnip greens
No corn in the crib no chicks in the yard
No meat in the smokehouse, no tubs full of lard
No use talking, any man's beat
With eleven cent cotton and forty cent meat

Eleven cent cotton, forty cent meat
How in the world can a poor man eat?
Our clothes worn out, our shoes run down
Old slouch hat with a hole in the crown
Poor getting poorer all around here
Kids coming regular every year
No use...

Eleven cent... / How in...?
Mule's in the barn, no crops laid by
Corn crib empty and the cow's gone dry
Well water's low, nearly out of sight
Can't take a bath on a Saturday night
No use talking, any man's beat
With eleven cent cotton and forty cent meat