Letra de Now I'm A Farmer
I've got a spade and a pick-axe And a hundred miles square of land to churn about My old horse is weary but sincerely I believe that he can pull a ploughWell, I've moved into the jungle Of the agriculture rumble to grow my own food And I'll dig and plough and scrape the weeds Till I succeed in seeing cabbage growing throughNow I'm a farmer, and I'm digging Digging, digging, digging, digging Now I'm a farmer, and I'm digging Digging, digging, digging, diggingIt's alarming how charming it is to be a-farming How calming and balming the effect of the airWell, I farmed for a year and grew a crop of corn That stretched as far as the eye can see That's a whole lot of cornflakes Near enough to feed New York till 1973Cultivation is my station and the nation Buys my corn from me immediately And holding sixty thousand bucks, I watch as dumper trucks Tip New York's corn flakes in the seaNow I'm a farmer, and I'm digging Digging, digging, digging, digging Now I'm a farmer, and I'm digging Digging, digging, digging, diggingIt's alarming how charming it is to be a-farming How calming and balming the effect of the airNow look here, son, the right thing to say Isn't necessarily what you want to say The right thing to do Isn't necessarily what you want to doThe right things to grow Ain't necessarily what you want to grow Your own happiness Doesn't necessarily teach you what you want to knowWell, I'm suntanned and deep, so's the horse And my hands are deeply grained Old horse is a-grazing, it's amazing Just how lazily he took the strainWell, my pick and spade are rusty Because I'm paid on trust To leave my square of cornfield bareIt's alarming how charming it is to be a-farming How calming and balming the effect of the airWhen you grow what I grow Tomatoes, potatoes, stew, eggplants Potatoes, tomatoes, gourds