I stripped my tobacco the other day
Loaded it up and hauled it away,
I went through the rain and frost and sleet
Pulled the mud that was belly deep,
My feet got wet and I froze my toes
And I shivered and almost froze.
Finally I got to the pool house door
Pulled up my reins and drove through the door,
I took off my best, my good and my bad
Filled up nearly every basket they had
Of different lengths, dodges and shades
Fourteen baskets and sixteen grades.

The grader came by, jerked out a hand
Pulled out out a pencil, then the fun began.
He graded A. B. C. and H. X. Y. Z
He used every letter in the alphabet,
And if he had any more letters he would have been grading yet.
Finally he gave me my check and weight
It looked like the map of the United States,
I thought I was rich 'till I got to the bank
When they shelled me out my cash my heart quickly sank.
I could not pay my interest, I could not pay my debts,
If I owe any man I am owning him yet.
I started on home with my little finance
I had only left one dollar and fifty-five cents.

Isn't it a pity and a shame
What is the matter and who is to blame?
The pooler is first with his knock and kicks,
He is getting us all in a hell of a fix.
The dumper is next with all of his crave,
He is using the market to dig his own grave.
Now let's get together and cultivate wealth and
Raise a little better tobacco and a little less hell.
A little good tobacco and a whole lot of stuff
Makes the market a failure and the seller a bluff.
Stone is the leader of us all
He causes the women to grumble and the children to squall,
He went to Europe and rode all around,
Used five thousand dollars and never sold a pound,
If you want to hear more of this little song sung
Just call on J. L. Shields and his younger son.