cloudy and cool.
If the sun does come out we'll head out and dig taters and do some garden clean up.
That old man painter, that old man painter,
He must know something, but he don't say nothin,
That ol' man painter, he just keeps paintin' 'long
He don't plant 'taters, don't plant cotton,
'Cause them that plants them is soon forgotten,
That ol' man painter, he just keeps paintin' 'long
You and me, sweat and strain,
Body all achin and wracked with pain,
Tote that barge, lift that bale,
Get a little drunk and you land in jail
But I get weary and sick of tryin'
'Cause I'm tired of livin' but I'm scared of dyin'
That ol' man painter, he just keeps paintin' 'long