G C
Me and the farmer get on fine
A D
Through stormy weather and bottles of wine
G C
If I pull my weight he'll treat me well
A D G
But I'f I'm late he'll give me hell
Bm
And though it's all hard work no play
C
Farmer is a happy crook,
Bm
Jesus hates him every day,
C A D
Cause Jesus gave and Farmer took
G C
Won't he let you go probably no
A D
Won't he let you go probably no
G C
Why does he treat you so? I just don't know
A D
Why does he treat you so? I just don't know
C
Me and the farmer like brother, like sister
D
Getting on like hand and blister
C D
Me and the farmer
He's chopped down sheep, planted trees
And helped the countryside to breathe
Ripped up fields, bullied flocks
And worked his workers right around the clock.
It may seem strange but he'd admit
Intentions aren't exactlt true
And though God loves his wife a bit
He hates the farmer through and through
All things bright and beautiful
All creatures great and small
All we've got is London Zoo
'cause farmer owns them all