Barenaked Ladies Straw Hat and Old Dirty Hank lyrics

I tend the wheat fields that make your bread
I bind the sweet veal, pluck the hens that make your bed
Oh Mother Nature and Mother Earth
Are two of three women who dictate what I'm worth?

Oh 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 waiver, if you should sway
I'd catch you, spread my tiny wings and fly away

You signed your pictures
With an O and X
I bet you don't write 'Love'
Each time you sign your check, hey

Well, 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

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
But you could have written back
And you could have said "Thank you"

I guess you've got better things and
I guess you've got better things
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
Never wanted to harm her
But I know it was meant to be this way
I know it was meant to be this way
I know it was meant to be this way