| I tend the wheat field that makes your bread
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| I bind the sweet veal, pluck the hens that make your bed
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| Mother Nature & Mother Earth
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| Are two of three women who dictate what I’m worth
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| I’m the farmer
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| I work in the fields all day
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| Don’t mean to alarm her
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| But I know it was meant to be this way
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| You cried a tear, I wiped it dry
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| I put you up upon a pedestal so high
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| If you should waiver, if you should sway
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| I’d catch you, spread my tiny wings and fly away
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| You signed your picture with an O and X
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| I bet you don’t write «love» each time you sign your checks
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| I’m the farmer
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| I work in the fields all day
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| Don’t mean to alarm her
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| But I know we were meant to be this way
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| All of this corn I grow, I grow it all for you
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| I took a hatchet to the radio, I did it all for you
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| Well you could have written back
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| And you could have said «thank you»
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| (But) I guess you’ve got better things
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| Better things to do
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| Better things to do
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| Better things to do
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| Better things to do-oo-oo
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| You say you love me, is that the truth?
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| Although they’ve heard the songs, my friends need living proof
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| I know your address, I ring the bell
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| I bring you flowers and a .22 with shells
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| I’m the farmer
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| I work in the fields all day
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| It wasn’t to harm her
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| But I know it was meant to be this way
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| But I know it was meant to be this way
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| But I know it was meant to be this way |