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

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

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,

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