Me and the Farmer - The Housemartins

(Jim Wilson) I was resting one evening By the side of the road When I saw an old farmer In a field he had just hoed. His face was brown and all wrinkled By the sun and the wind And he was talking to the Lord Just like he would be talking to a friend. "Well sir", he said, With a voice calm and quiet "Them corn tassels need sacking And I ain't got no string to tie it. Hadn't rained in so long The fields are mighty dusty It's been so unbearable hot That the kids are even getting fussy. Now that grass down in the pasture It should be knee high If we could just have a little shower Lord It might keep the cow from going dry. Ah but listen to me talking Lord You'd think I wasn't grateful Well you'd probably think I was down right hateful. You'd think I forgot about That new calf that you sent And the money that came in the mail That took care of the rent. Maw's cold is better And Johnny is home from the navy Oh, that good Sunday dinner Of chicken and dumplings and gravy. And that new preacher you sent us He sure is a fine young man Why he is just converting Them sinners to beat the band. Well I guess I'll mossy on home now Lord I'll not take no more of your time I guess there are plenty of folks there about, Waiting to ring your line 'Evening to you Lord and watch over us tonight And don't you worry about us none, Lord No Sir, because everything is going to be all right...

While resting the other evening by the side of the road I saw an old farmer in the field that he just sowed His face was all brown and wrinkled from the sun and the wind And he was talking to the Lord just like he'd be talking to a friend Well sir, he said with his voice calm and quiet Them corn tassels need stackin' I got no strenght to tie it Had no rain in so long that the fields are mighty dusty And it's been so unbearable hot that the kids were even gettin' fussy Now that grass down and the pasture it should be knee high If we could just have a little shower Lord It might keep the calf from going dry Oh but listen to me talking you'd think I wasn't grateful Why if you didn't know me so well Lord You'd think I was down right hateful You'd think I frogot about that new calf that you sent And the money in the mail that took care of the rent Mama's cold better and Johnny's home from the navy And that good Sunday dinner of chicken and dumplings and gravy And that new preacher you sent us Lord he's sure a fine young man Why he's just convertin' them sinners to beat the band Well guess I'll mosey on home now Lord I won't take no more your time Guess there's plenty folks here about waitin' to ring your line Evening to you Lord and watch us over tonight And don't you worry about us now Lord 'Cause everything is gonna be all right

I used to think you understood Taught me right and learnt me good Made things simple for my brain Told the truth and made it plain But the implications I mistook Until I found out whose side you took And now with paper in my hand I'm beginning to understand So this is freedom - {They must be joking} They must be joking - {If they think its true} So this is freedom - (I doubt their truth} So this is freedom - {For me and you} From the front page news to the interviews It's sink the reds and lift the blues They pretend they're differing points of view But it's only different shades of blue But the implications I mistook Until I found out whose side you took And now with paper in my hand I'm beginning to understand So this is freedom - {They must be joking} They must be joking - {If they think its true} So this is freedom - (I doubt their truth} So this is freedom - {For me and you} (Guitar Solo) So this is freedom - {They must be joking} They must be joking - {If they think its true} So this is freedom - (I doubt their truth} So this is freedom - {For me and you} F.R.E.E.D.O.M. They locked us up once So they'll do it again C.H.A.I.N.E.D. They locked up my friends Now they're coming for me

Please don't show your soul to me I think I'd see the light shine through And please don't greet me on the street I'd like to see a world without you Please don't change your uniform And start to mourn the thousands dead And please wear what you've always worn And don't be drawn by what I've said 'Cause I've found there's nothing more That I could say to you Nothing I could do to change your mind Change your ways and your tune So please don't feel you have to sway Or move away from how you feel And please say what you mean to say And always stay with a heart of steel

Clambering men in big bad boots Dug up my den, dug up my roots Treated us like plasticine town They build us up and knocked us down From Meccano to Legoland Here they come with a brick in their hand Men with heads filled up with sand It's build It's build a house where we can stay (Build) Add a new bit, everyday (Build) It's build a road for us to cross (Build) Build us lots and lots and lots and lots and lots (Build) Whistling men in yellow vans They came and drew us diagrams Showed us how it all worked out And wrote it down, in case of doubt Slow, slow, and quick, quick, quick It's wall to wall and brick to brick They work so fast it makes you sick It's build It's build a house where we can stay (Build) Add a new bit, everyday (Build) It's build a road for us to cross (Build) Build us lots and lots and lots and lots and lots (Build) Oh, build It's build It's build Down with sticks and up with bricks In with boots and up with roots It's in with suits and new recruits It's build It's build a house where we can stay (Build) Add a new bit, everyday (Build) It's build a road for us to cross (Build) Build us lots and lots and lots and lots (Build) It's build a house where we can stay (Build) Add a new bit, everyday (Build) It's build a road for us to cross (Build) Build us lots and lots and lots and lots and lots (Build)