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The Housemartins

Me And The Farmer

 

Me And The Farmer

(album: The People Who Grinned Themselves To Death - 1987)


Me and the farmer get on fine
Through stormy weather and bottles of wine
If I pull my weight, he'll treat me well
But if I'm late, he'll give me hell

And though it's all hard work, no play
Farmer is a happy crook
Jesus hates him every day
'Cause Jesus gave and farmer took, took

(Won't he let you go?) Probably no
(Won't he let you go?) Probably no
(Why does he treat you so?) I just don't know
(Why does he treat you so?) I just don't know

Me and the farmer, like brother, like sister
Getting on like hand and blister
Me and the farmer

He's chopped down sheep, planted trees
And helped the countryside to breathe
Ripped up fields, bullied flocks
And worked his workers right around the clock

It may seem strange but he'd admit
Intentions aren't exactly true
And through God loves his wife a bit
He hates the farmer through and through, through

(Won't he let you go?) Probably no
(Won't he let you go?) Probably no
(Why does he treat you so?) I just don't know
(Why does he treat you so?) I just don't know

Me and the farmer, like brother, like sister
Getting on like hand and blister
Me and the farmer

All things bright and beautiful
All creatures great and small
All we've got is London Zoo
'Cause farmer owns them all, all

(Won't he let you go?) Probably no
(Won't he let you go?) Probably no
(Why does he treat you so?) I just don't know
(Why does he treat you so?) I just don't know

Me and the farmer, like brother, like sister
Getting on like hand and blister
Me and the farmer
Me and the farmer
Me and the farmer

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