Текст песни Barenaked Ladies - Straw Hat And Old Dirty Hank
Barenaked Ladies - Straw Hat And Old Dirty Hank слова песни
I tend the wheat field that makes your breadI bind the sweet veal, pluck the hens that make your bedMother nature and mother earthAre two of three women who dictate what I`m worthI`m the farmerI work in the fields all dayDon`t mean to alarm herBut I know it was meant to be this wayYou cried a tear, I wiped it dryI put you up upon a pedestal so highIf you should waver, if you should swayI`d catch you, spread my tiny wings and fly awayYou signed your picture with and O and XI bet you don`t write "love" each time you sign your chequesI’m the farmerI work in the fields all dayDon`t mean to alarm herBut I know we were meant to be this wayAll of this corn I grow I grow it all for youI took a hatchet to the radio I did it all for youWell you could have written backAnd you could have said "thank you"But I guess you`ve got better things,But I guess you`ve got better things,I guess you`ve got better things,Better things to doBetter things to do yeahBetter things to doYou say you love me, is that the truth?Although they`ve heard the songs, my friends need living proofI know your address, I ring the bellI bring you flowers and a twenty-two with shellsI`m the farmerI work in the fields all dayNever wanted to harm herBut I know it was meant to be this wayI know it was meant to be this wayI know it was meant to be this way