Straw Hat And Old Dirty Hank (Live) Songtext / Lyric

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 waiver, if you should sway

I'd catch you, spread my tiny wings and fly away

You signed your picture with the 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

I guess you've got better things

I guess you've got better things, better things to do

Better things to do yeah

Better things to do, 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



I know it was meant to be this way

I know it was meant to be this way