Straw Hat and Old Dirty Hank - Barenaked Ladies

I tend the wheat field that makes your bread

I bind the sweet veal, pluck the hens that make your bed

Mother Nature & Mother Earth

Are two of three women who dictate what I’m worth

I’m the farmer

I work in the fields all day

Don’t mean to alarm her

But I know it was meant to be this way

You cried a tear, I wiped it dry

I put you up upon a pedestal so high

If you should waiver, if you should sway

I’d catch you, spread my tiny wings and fly away

You signed your picture with an O and X

I bet you don’t write «love» each time you sign your checks

I’m the farmer

I work in the fields all day

Don’t mean to alarm her

But I know we were meant to be this way

All of this corn I grow, I grow it all for you

I took a hatchet to the radio, I did it all for you

Well you could have written back

And you could have said «thank you»

(But) I guess you’ve got better things

Better things to do

Better things to do

Better things to do

Better things to do-oo-oo

You say you love me, is that the truth?

Although they’ve heard the songs, my friends need living proof

I know your address, I ring the bell

I bring you flowers and a .22 with shells

I’m the farmer

I work in the fields all day

It wasn’t to harm her

But I know it was meant to be this way

But I know it was meant to be this way

But I know it was meant to be this way