Farmer's Gold
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Farmer's Gold

Clinton Moore
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Folk BluesAmericanaBlues RockSouthern RockGrittyProudEarthyDefiantHard-working

This is an earthy, stomping blues track that tells the origin story of American whiskey from the farmer's point of view. It's a proud, gritty anthem about turning perishable grain (rye and corn) into a stable, transportable currency: "Farmer's Gold." The song captures the frontier spirit of survival and the anger that sparked the Whiskey Rebellion.

TypeSong
Views23
Duration3:59
Tempo115 BPM
KeyE minor
Time Signature4/4
[Verse 1]
My fields are full of rye, the river's runnin' low Can't ship a ton of grain, it's got no place to go The mud is on my boots, the sun is on my head But this corn ain't gonna buy my children bread So I light the fire, I set the pot to steam I'm turnin' muddy water into a mountain dream A mountain dream

[Chorus]
This ain't no drink, son, this is hard-won pay This is medicine for winter, saves a rainy day Pours like honey, shines like new It’s the only dollar that a farmer ever knew It’s my sweat and soil, bought and sold This is Farmer's Gold

[Verse 2]
Down in Philadelphia, they write it on the page They don't know the hunger, they don't know the rage Hamilton's a rich man, he wants his silver coin He's sendin' out his tax man to take my achin' loin But he can't tax my harvest, can't tax the land He won't take the liquid gold from my calloused hand From my calloused hand

[Chorus]
This ain't no drink, son, this is hard-won pay This is medicine for winter, saves a rainy day Pours like honey, shines like new It’s the only dollar that a farmer ever knew It’s my sweat and soil, bought and sold This is Farmer's Gold

[Bridge]
So let 'em come, I've got my granddad's gun I'll tar and feather any man who tries to run Off with my labor, off with my still There's a fire burnin' hot on this western hill

[Guitar Solo]
(Earthy, acoustic slide and harmonica duet)

[Chorus]
This ain't no drink, son, this is hard-won pay This is medicine for winter, saves a rainy day Pours like honey, shines like new It’s the only dollar that a farmer ever knew It’s my sweat and soil, bought and sold This is Farmer's Gold

[Outro]
Farmer's Gold Yeah, my sweat and soil It's Farmer's Gold Pure liquid gold
VisibilityPublic
SlideshowNo
CreatorClinton Moore
LanguageEnglish
Date AddedNovember 14, 2025
Folk BluesAmericanaBlues RockSouthern RockGrittyProudEarthyDefiantHard-workingGritty BaritoneLow TenorAcoustic GuitarUpright BassHarmonicaTambourineSlide Guitar (Resonator)Heavy Kick DrumFiddleSunoGemini (Google)
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