Lizzy Thin - The Farmer Lyrics

The Farmer (Lynott)

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Sure do appreciate y'all coming

Especially you Skinny Lizzy


Me and my cousin Frank

He's the one that robbed the bank

Bought some whiskey all can drink

And it's in the barn


You see Ma, she's passed away

And there's not much I can say

'Cept I'd like you all to pray

'Cause I don't know what we're gonna do, Lord help me!


Won't y'all come again

Won't y'all come?

Your faces keep us warm

Won't y'all come?


Pappa sits alone and all he does is moan and moan, moan and moan

So I put on my pin-striped suit

I wouldn't fill my pockets with loot

I went looking for the Reverend Luke way up north in Tennessee


Won't y'all come again

Won't y'all come?

Your faces keep us warm

Won't y'all come?


Ma passed away

Not much I can say

Like you all to pray

I don't know what we're gonna do, Lord help me