ME AND THE FARMER
G (barre on 3rd) C (barre on 3rd)
Me and the farmer get on fine
A (barre on 5th) D (barre on 5th)
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
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 exactlt true
And though God loves his wife a bit
He hates the farmer through and through
All things bright and beautiful
All creatures great and small
All we've got is London Zoo
'cause farmer owns them all