Straw Hat And Old Dirty Hank - Live Grand Forks, ND 3-26-04

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