Housemartins - Me The Farmer Lyrics

Me and the farmer get on fine

Through stormy weather and bottles of wine

If I pull my weight hell treat me well

But if Im late hell give me hell

And thought its all hard work no play

Farmer is a happy crook

Jesus hates him everyday

cause jesus gave and farmer took



{wont he let you go?probably no

{wont he let you go?probably no

{why does he treat you so?I just dont know

{why does he treat you so?I just dont know

Me and the farmer like brother, like sister

Getting on like hand and blister

Me and the farmer



Hes chpped down shppe, planted trees

And helped the countryside to breathe

Ripped up fields, bullied flocks

And workded his workers right around the clock



It may seem strange but hed admit

Intentions arent exactlly true

And through God loves his wife a bit

He hates the farmer through and through



{wont he let you go?probably no

{wont he let you go?probably no

{why does he treat you so?I just dont know

{why does he treat you so?I just dont know

Me and the farmer like brother, like sister

Getting on like hand and blister

Me and the farmer



All things bright and beautiful

All creatures gr3eat and small

All weve got is london zoo

cause farmer owns them all