: It's so relieving to know that you're leaving as soon as you get paid It's so relaxing to hear you're asking wherever you get your way I's so soothing
Where the farmers used to live Earth was flying through the sky It had nothing left to give Tractors were burning On the Whitehouse lawn Just woke up one morning And the farmers
: Iggy was a farmer He had a little farm He had a lot of pigs And he had a lot of cows Iggy was a farmer He was a happy man He had a nice daughter
big, I could hold up A tree or a piece of steel I could do what my fat owner can't Ah, future farmers of America future farmers of America Future farmers
big, I could hold up A tree or a piece of steel I could do What my fat owner can't Future farmers of America Future farmers of America Future farmers
years of school Farming kept his body strong, at night the only books he owned Kept his mind sharp as a tack The family Bible and the Farmer's Almanac
A bold young farmer courted me He stole my heart and my liberty He stole my heart without free goodwill And I must confess that I love him still I wish
Old dirt farmer, varsity baseball player A Texas nomad and a fisherman I lost my mind, it was blown in the wind And I did all of this for you I'd sleep
It's so relieving To know that you're leaving As soon as you get paid It's so relaxing To hear that you're asking Whenever you get your way It's so
offer up to get... Wait around Vomit on the prowl Make it go round Vomit on the prowl Watch the fire like I'm a Natural Born Farmer Get around
Evolution lives harmonious with extinction We must die We masquerade as flourishing flowers but live as stagnant weeds We must die We are the fertilizers
gettin' busy on the album everyday We been gettin' funky but I wanna take this jam back to Farmers You know what I'm sayin'? Yo, let's go back on Farmers
While resting the other evening by the side of the road I saw an old farmer in the field that he just hold His face was all brown and wrinkled by the
I choose Sometimes I hang my head and cry As that evening train goes by Wish it could take me far away These farmer's blues Yodle boy What about it Hack Farmers
oh, you're so cool, A would-be punk, wanna change the rules, Hash and pot, Controlled by the mob You pot head-dorks Exploit the poor, Third-world farmers
I can't wait 'til it's quittin' time And just when I think it can't get no hotter I come home to the farmer's daughter, yeah The farmer's daughter Hey
Well there was an old man who lived by the mill If he ain't moved away he's a livin' there still Singing Fie diddle-eye diddle-eye dye, diddle-eye diddle
