i tend the wheat field that makes your bread i bind the sweet veal pluck the hens that make your bed mother nature mother earth are two of three women who dictate what i m worth i m the farmer i work in the fields all day don t mean to alarm her but i know it was meant to be this way you cried a tear i wiped it dry i put you up upon a pedestal so high if you should waver if you should sway i d catch you spread my tiny wings and fly away you signed your picture with an o and x i bet you don t write love each time you sign your checks i m the farmer i work in the fields all day don t mean to alarm her but i know we were meant to be this way all of this corn i grow i grow it all for you i took a hatchet to the radio i did it all for you well you could have written back and you could have said thank you but i guess you ve got better things but i guess you ve got better things but i guess you ve got better things better things to do better things to do yeah better things to do better things to do  you say you love me is that the truth although they ve heard the songs my friends need living proof i know your address i ring the bell i bring you flowers and a 22 with shells i m the farmer i work in the fields all day it wasn t to harm her but i know it was meant to be this way but i know it was meant to be this way but i know it was meant to be this way
['canadian pop', 'canadian rock', 'comic', 'pop rock']