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 I'f 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
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