Straw Hat and Old Dirty Hank
I tend the wheat field that makes your bread
I bind the sweet veal, pluck the hens that make your bed
Mother Nature, and Mother Earth
Are two of three women who dictate what I'm worth
I'm the farmer
I work in the fields all day
Don't mean to alarm her
But I know it was meant to be this way
You cried a tear, I wiped it dry
I put you up upon a pedestal so high
If you should waver, If you should sway
I'd catch you, spread my tiny wings and fly away
You signed your picture with an O and X
I bet you don't write "love" each time you sign your cheques
I'm the farmer
I work in the fields all day
Don't mean to alarm her
But I know it was meant to be this way
All of this corn I grow, I grow it all for you
I took a hatchet to the radio, I did it all for you
You could have written back, and you could have said "Thank You"
But I guess you've got better things
Better things to do
You say you love me, is that the truth?
Although they've heard the songs my friends need living proof
I know your address, I ring the bell
I bring you flowers and a .22 with shells
I'm the farmer
I work in the fields all day
Never wanted to harm her
But I know it was meant to be this way
I bind the sweet veal, pluck the hens that make your bed
Mother Nature, and Mother Earth
Are two of three women who dictate what I'm worth
I'm the farmer
I work in the fields all day
Don't mean to alarm her
But I know it was meant to be this way
You cried a tear, I wiped it dry
I put you up upon a pedestal so high
If you should waver, If you should sway
I'd catch you, spread my tiny wings and fly away
You signed your picture with an O and X
I bet you don't write "love" each time you sign your cheques
I'm the farmer
I work in the fields all day
Don't mean to alarm her
But I know it was meant to be this way
All of this corn I grow, I grow it all for you
I took a hatchet to the radio, I did it all for you
You could have written back, and you could have said "Thank You"
But I guess you've got better things
Better things to do
You say you love me, is that the truth?
Although they've heard the songs my friends need living proof
I know your address, I ring the bell
I bring you flowers and a .22 with shells
I'm the farmer
I work in the fields all day
Never wanted to harm her
But I know it was meant to be this way
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Writer(s): Steven Page, Ed Robertson
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