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See the farmer on the other side of town |
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He's always working hard 'til the sun goes down |
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He's up every morning right on five, a wanting green seeds just to come alive |
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But he don't wear a no farm clothes, he's always using a rake and hoe |
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But his seeds are starting to grow, like a big stalk up through the sky |
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He used to live in an apartment in a big old city |
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With thick and priestly windows built right in it |
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But he decided to move to a little tiny town |
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He wanted to be a farmer all year round |
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And on a country road where you can't see a thing |
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He's got five acres filled little green things, he said |
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He's working so hard all night and day |
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Mr. Farmer let me watch your crops |
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Mr. Farmer let me water your crops |
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Mr. Farmer let me harvest your crops |
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I want to have a dream come true |
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I said a farmer, farmer, farmer |
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I want to be just like you |
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See the farmer a walking down town, always draws a crowd when he's around |
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He's always wearing seedy clothes, he's shows them off wherever he goes |
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You can spot him anywhere, got a bright pink thumb but he don't care |
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I said, he looks like something from a very bad dream |
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Mr. Farmer let me watch your crops |
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Mr. Farmer let me water your crops |
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Mr. Farmer let me harvest your crops |
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Mr. Farmer let me save your crops |
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I said, a farmer, farmer, farmer |
