A slave to the Company Store!

I just was watching a video called ‘Food Inc.‘.
I have watched it before but it needs to be
watched many times to completely understand
the atrocities that the government is allowing big
companies to pile unto the ordinary person’s back.
I’m sure you have heard the saying or ones like it:
Those who forget history are doomed to repeat it!”

I am posting the lyrics to Tennessee Ernie Ford’s
1950′s song ‘Sixteen Ton‘.  This had to do with
miners, Food Inc. mostly has to do with farmers
or actually big conglomerates who produce the
food you eat.  It all comes down to the same
thing, they still work for ‘the Company Store‘!

These farmers may seem to own the farms;
chicken, cow and pig but because of the enormous
debt they have to acquire, it is actually the processors
who own them.

If you had to spend as an example; $500,000 to run a farm
exactly how the processor tells you and only make $20,000
a year, do you own your farm?  No, you are really just a slave
to the company!

I looked for the lyrics for Tennessee Ernie Ford’s song
and came across this page:
WorkingOldies
Here is the introduction from the page:
There’s never been a better song about the lives of the men
who built America
— their day-to-day desperation, their need
to find some scrap of dignity in “fighting and trouble,” the
spiraling debt, the backbreaking hours, and the crushing
sense of futility. If “Ol’ Man River,” in the proper hands, could
be a declaration of stoicism in the mind of the 19th century slave,
then this dark and yet somehow ultra-smooth number performed
the same service for the 20th century miner. So true was its
message that original artist and songwriter Merle Travis was nearly
blackballed in the McCarthy witch hunts of the early Fifties;

Sixteen Ton
‘Some people say a man is made outta mud
A poor man’s made outta muscle and blood
Muscle and blood and skin and bones
A mind that’s a-weak and a back that’s strong

You load sixteen tons, what do you get
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don’t you call me ’cause I can’t go
I owe my soul to the company store

I was born one mornin’ when the sun didn’t shine
I picked up my shovel and I walked to the mine
I loaded sixteen tons of number nine coal
And the straw boss said “Well, a-bless my soul”

You load sixteen tons, what do you get
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don’t you call me ’cause I can’t go
I owe my soul to the company store

I was born one mornin’, it was drizzlin’ rain
Fightin’ and trouble are my middle name
I was raised in the canebrake by an ol’ mama lion
Cain’t no-a high-toned woman make me walk the line

You load sixteen tons, what do you get
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don’t you call me ’cause I can’t go
I owe my soul to the company store

If you see me comin’, better step aside
A lotta men didn’t, a lotta men died
One fist of iron, the other of steel
If the right one don’t a-get you
Then the left one will

You load sixteen tons, what do you get
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don’t you call me ’cause I can’t go
I owe my soul to the company store

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