| See the farmer on the other side of town
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| He’s always working hard 'til the sun goes down
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| He’s up every morning right on five, a wanting green seeds just to come alive
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| But he don’t wear a no farm clothes, he’s always using a rake and hoe
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| But his seeds are starting to grow, like a big stalk up through the sky
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| He used to live in an apartment in a big old city
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| With thick and priestly windows built right in it
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| But he decided to move to a little tiny town
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| He wanted to be a farmer all year round
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| And on a country road where you can’t see a thing
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| He’s got five acres filled little green things, he said
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| He’s working so hard all night and day
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| Mr. Farmer let me watch your crops
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| Mr. Farmer let me water your crops
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| Mr. Farmer let me harvest your crops
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| I want to have a dream come true
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| I said a farmer, farmer, farmer
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| I want to be just like you
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| See the farmer a walking down town, always draws a crowd when he’s around
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| He’s always wearing seedy clothes, he’s shows them off wherever he goes
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| You can spot him anywhere, got a bright pink thumb but he don’t care
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| I said, he looks like something from a very bad dream
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| Mr. Farmer let me watch your crops
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| Mr. Farmer let me water your crops
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| Mr. Farmer let me harvest your crops
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| Mr. Farmer let me save your crops
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| I said, a farmer, farmer, farmer |