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 & mother earth
are two of three women who dictate what i'm worth
[chorus]
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 waiver, 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
[chorus]
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,
you could have said "thank you"
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 want 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