Kristin Lems - Farmer Lyrics
I am a farmer, I been one all my lifeCall me a farmer, and not a farmer's wifeThe plough and hoe left their patterns on my handAnd now they tell me this is not my landWe raised two children, they are farmers tooA crop and garden every year we grewTwo hundred acres ain't no easy haulBut it's a good life, no regrets at allWhen Joe turned 50, his back was actin upWe three took over, so's he could rest upMy Joe was buried where his daddy liesAnd soon some men came, askin for my priceI said, "I live here, and here I'm gonna stayWhat makes you think I wanna move away?"They smiled real sly, said, "Now your farmer's dead.This farm ain't yours till you pay the overhead."I know we women, we ain't been in the knowBut we're no fools as far as farmin goesThe crop don't know no woman's work or man'sThere ain't no law can take me from my landCause I'm a farmer, I been one all my lifeCall me a farmer, and not a farmer's wifeThe plough and hoe left their patterns on my handNo one can tell me this is not my land,This is my land.words and music by Kristin Lems c MCMLXXXIII Kleine Ding Music (BMI
