Me And The Farmer

G (barre on 3rd) C (barre on 3rd)

Me and the farmer get on fine

A (barre on 5th) D (barre on 5th)

Through stormy weather and bottles of wine

If I pull my weight he'll treat me well

But I'f I'm late he'll give me hell

And though it's all hard work no play

Farmer is a happy crook,

Jesus hates him every day,

Cause Jesus gave and Farmer 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 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