Way down on the p___ farm,
They get no education,
Only thinking sideways: "This is your last vacation,"
They all smile there, when no one's really happy,
Down on the p___ farm.

Way down on the p___ farm,
They got you working late nights.
They got you down and dirty, but you can't get your feet wet.
Once they let you out there, they got you working repair,
Down on the p___ farm.

Just like Mary Anne, who was a friend to the end,
Till she came home with a bottle in her hand,
She said it was a second chance to start all over again,
But she ain't grown up now, just like she wasn't back then.

When I lived on the p___ farm
I sat beneath the old tree,
In the apple orchard, thinking on disorder,
I saw a pretty girl there, so we went walking barefoot,
Down on the p___ farm.

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