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 pesestal so high
If you shoule waver, if you should sway
I'd catch you, spread my tiny wings and fly away
You signed your picture with and O and X
I bet you don't write "love" each time you sign your cheques
I am 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 harmer
But I know it was meant to be this way