Here ya go: DOWN ON PENNEY'S FARM

Come you ladies and you gentlemen and listen to my song
I'll sing it to you right but you might think it's wrong
Make may you mad, but I mean no harm
It's just about the renters on Penny's farm
 It's hard times in the country, out on Penny's farm

Now you move out on Penny's farm
Plant a little crop of 'bacco* and a little crop of corn
He'll come around to plan and plot
Till he gets himself a mortgage on everything you got
  It's hard times in the country, out on Penny's farm

You got to the fields and you work all day
Till way after dark but you get no pay
Promise you meat or a little lard
It's hard to be a renter on Penny's farm
  It's hard times in the country, out on Penny's farm

Now here's George Penny come into town
With a wagon-load of peaches, not one of them sound
He's got to have his money or somebody's check
You pay him for a bushel and you don't get a pack
  It's hard times in the country, out on Penny's farm

Then George Penny renters they come into town
With their hands in their pockets and their heads hanging down
Go in the store and the merchant will say:
Your mortgage is due and I'm looking for my pay
  It's hard times in the country, out on Penny's farm

Goes down in his pocket with a trembling hand:
Can't pay you all but I'll pay you what I can
Then to the telephone the merchant makes a call:
They'll put you on the chain gang* if you don't pay it all!
  It's hard times in the country, out on Penny's farm

I have the faint impression it was done by the Almanac Singers, but I can't swear to it.

A.