I've got a spade and a pick-axe
And a hundred miles square of land to churn about
My old horse is weary
But sincerely I believe that he can pull a plough.
Well I've moved into the jungle
Of the agriculture rumble to grow my own food.
And I'll dig and plough and scrape the weeds
Till I succeed in seeing cabbage growing through.
Now I'm a farmer, and I'm digging, digging, digging, digging, digging.
Now I'm a farmer, and I'm digging, digging, digging, digging, digging.
It's alarming how charming it is to be a'farming.
How calming and balming the effect of the air.
Well I farmed for a year
And grew a crop of corn that stretched as far as the eye can see.
That's a whole lotta corn flakes,
Near enough to feed New York till 1973.
Cultivation is my station and the nation
Buys my corn from me immediately.
And holding sixty-thousand bucks
I watch as dumper trucks tip New York's corn flakes in the sea.
Now I'm a farmer, etc.
Now look here son:
The right thing to say
Isn't necessarily what you want to say.
The right thing to do
Isn't necessarily what you want to do.
The right thing to grow
Ain't necessarily what you want to grow.
Your own happiness
Doesn't necessarily teach you what you want to know.
Well, I'm suntanned and deep, so's the horse
And my hands are deeply grained.
Old horse is a grazin', it's amazin' just how lazily he took the strain.
Well my pick and spade are rusty
Because I'm paid on trust to leave my square of cornfield bare.
It's alarming how charming, it is to be a'farming
How calming and balming, the effect of the air.
When you grow what I grow.
Tomatoes, potatoes, stew.
Eggplants....
Potatoes, tomatoes...
Gourds...
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