Image & caption: Circleville, Ohio’s “Hooverville” (see general caption). Begins to talk: “No man in the United States had the trouble I had since 1931. No man. Don’t talk to me. I’m deaf. I lost my farm in 1931. I went to work in an acid factory. I got acid spilt on me; burnt my nose and made me blind. Then I get those awful headaches. I’ve been to lots of doctors, but that doesn’t help me. They come on at sundown. No man in the United States had the trouble I had since 1931.” (This last repeated many times through his talking.) “No man. It must be getting on to 6 o’clock now. My head’s beginning to pain.”, Farm Security Administration – Office of War Information Photograph Collection (Library of Congress), LC-USF33-006628-M3

Lyrics:
The Good Lord gives and takes away—for me it’s mostly number two
At the end of every livelong day, I don’t know what I’m gonna do
“Double trouble” understates, I’m sure I’ve triple my fair share
Of too much trouble–way too much trouble
Of too much trouble for one poor man to bear
I planted sorghum, corn, and wheat—but trouble that’s what grows
I doubt I’ve but one more week ‘til they come calling to foreclose
I told my tale of woe to the banker man, but the banker man don’t care
That I got too much trouble–way too much trouble
I got too much trouble for one poor man to bear
It beggars a godly man’s belief, the trouble heaped on me
See I prayed I might get some relief from Farm Security
But I pled my case to the government man, hell ain’t no help forthcoming there
I’m stuck with too too much trouble–way too much trouble
I’m stuck with too much trouble for one poor man to bear
If you had half my burden on my back, you’d agree I swear
That it’s too much trouble–way too much trouble
It’s too much trouble for one poor man to bear