Farming Case
It is harvest time
Just hear them tractors whine
As they go
Up and down the fields all day long
I am one of those
Combine driving fools
A farmer to the bone
No doubt about it
Sometimes I give myself the creeps
Massey fergerson's the one for me
The fields I'm ploughing up
My tractor's cracking up
Am I just sowing corn or am I stoned
I went to see a shrink
To analyse my dreams
She said its lack of scrump
Bringing me down
I went down the dog and duck
And drank til I was wrecked
And got kicked out
For bringing everyone down
I spend my days in those great fields
The rural life is my big deal
The fields I'm ploughing up
The sheep dip's full of muck
Am I just growing crops or am I stoned?
Pitchfork in the hay
Rural all the way
Ooh arrrr
Tomorrow I'll be herding sheep
My collie's real quick on her feet
One man is just wrong
Good job I've got my dog
Am I a shepherd god or am I stoned