Me And The Farmer (Glastonbury 29/11/86)

Me And The Farmer (Glastonbury 29/11/86) - The Housemartins

Written by：Ian Peter Cullimore/Paul Heaton

Me and the farmer get on fine

Through stormy weather and bottles of wine

Pull my weight he'll treat me well

But if I'm late he'll give me hell

And though it's all hard work no play

Farmer is a happy crook

Jesus hates him every day

'Cause Jesus gave and farmer took took

Won't he let you go probably no

Won't he let you go probably no

Why does he treat you so I just don't know

Why does he treat you so I just don't know

Me and the farmer like brother like sister

Getting on like hand and blister

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 admits

Intentions aren't exactly true

And through god loves his wife a bit

He hates the farmer through and through through

Won't he let you go probably no

Won't he let you go probably no

Why does he treat you so I just don't know

Why does he treat you so I just don't know

Me and the farmer like brother like sister

Getting on like hand and blister

Me and the farmer

All things bright and beautiful

All creatures great and small

All we've got is London zoo

'Cause farmer owns them all all

Won't he let you go probably no

Won't he let you go probably no

Why does he treat you so I just don't know

Why does he treat you so I just don't know

Me and the farmer like brother like sister

Getting on like hand and blister

Me and the farmer

Me and the farmer

Me and the farmer