Straw Hat and Old Dirty Hank Words Music by Steven Page Ed Robertson
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
Chorus: 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 an O and X I bet you don't write 'love' each time you sign your cheques.
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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 harm her But I know it was meant to be this way.
