Straw Hat and Old Dirty Hank

Lyrics for Straw Hat and Old Dirty Hank

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 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 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 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, and you could have said "Thank You" But 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 need 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