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 thought it’s all hard work no play Farmer is a happy crook Jesus hates him everyday ’Cause Jesus gave and farmer took, took...
ref. 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 trees, 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
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All things bright and beautiful All creatures great and small All we’ve got is London Zoo ’Cause farmer owns them all, all
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Me and the farmer Me and the farmerTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
