See my field, see my hoe,
I work all day, hi my name is Joe.
Ferguson harvestin, in my field,
my tractor got bling
to increase the yield.
Work all day, almost all night,
get lousy return, it just ain't right.
You need food, you need me,
buy my produce
to set me free.
Birds, bugs, slimy slugs,
killin my livin, just lousy thugs.
I pray for sun, I pray for rain
I break my back
but ignore the pain.
Moo moo goes the cow,
if they don't milk, I make em chow.
Buck buck goes the bank
sell my eggs
so the farm don't tank.
Got a 100 hectares, got a shack,
if I don't make it, gotta give it back.
So please please think Farmer Brown,
buy my grub
please don't let me down.
darren a connell march 9, 2006
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