G Me and the farmer ge C t on fine A Through stormy weath D er and bottles
of wine
If I pu G ll my weight he'll tr C eat me well A But I'f I'm late he' D ll
give me h G ell
Bmi And though it's all hard work no play C Farmer is a happy crook,
Bmi Jesus hates him every day, C 'cause Jesu A s gave and D Farmer took
®: G Won't he let you go probab C ly no A Won't he let you go probab D ly
no
G Why does he treat you so? I C just don't know A Why does he treat you
so? I D just don't know
C Me and the farmer like brother, like sister D Getting on like hand and
blister
C Me and th D e farmer
He's chopped down sheep, 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 exactlt true
And though God loves his wife a bit, he hates the farmer through and through
All things bright and beautiful, all creatures great and small
All we've got is London Zoo, 'cause farmer owns them all
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