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
Well 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 waver
If you should sway
I'd catch you
spread my tiny wings
and fly away
You signed your picture
with an O and X
I bet you don't write love
each time you
sign your cheques
Well I am the farmer
I work in the fields all day
Don't mean to alarm her
But I know we were 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
Well you could have
written back
And you could have
said thank you
But I guess you've got
better things
But 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 need
living proof
I know your address
I ring the bell
I bring you flowers
and a 22 with shells
Hey
Well 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