Me & The Farmer Lyrics

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
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
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
All things bright and beautiful All creatures great and small All we’ve got is London Zoo ’Cause farmer owns them all
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
Me and the farmer Me and the farmer