DOWN ON THE FARM
©1998 Walter Crockett
From Valerie & Walter Crockett's Moonbone on the Big Bark label.
Well they don't watch nothin' but the Nashville Network
Down on the farm where they like it like that
Cause they all dig the Possum and the Ricky Skaggs fretwork
Down on the farm where they like it like that
And they don't read nothing but the new King James
Down on the farm where they like it like that
Just the Weekly World News and the stock exchange
Down on the farm where they like it like that
CHORUS:
Hey down on the farm they don't buy no bacon
Down on the farm they don't pay no nevermind
Down on the farm there ain't nothin' much shakin'
Just the pony in the meadow and the wind in the pines
Well they ain't gonna judge you if you're white or you're black
(Down on the farm where they like it like that...)
Just by the love in your heart and the spine in your back
And there's no nosy neighbors be minding your bidness
Just the preacher in the pulpit cryin' can I get a witness
REPEAT CHORUS
Well they polish up the pickup and they hit the city Saturday
Then they high-tail it home cause they can't take the rat race
They go swimmin' in the creek if it ain't too polluted
And they'll haul home a catfish even if they have to shoot it
REPEAT CHORUS
Well a skinny mochaccino never was a special favorite
They just grab the Folger's Crystals and they microwave it
And as close as you can get to vegetarian fajitas
Is a loaf of white bread and a box of Velveeta
And each slice of cheese food is shrink-wrapped in plastic
You can scarf 'em all down cause your waste-band's elastic
CHORUS:
Hey down on the farm they don't buy no bacon
Down on the farm they don't pay no nevermind
Down on the farm there ain't nothin' much shakin'
Just the pastoral jingle of the Wal-Mart sign
And late in the evening when the whip-poor-will sings
They give thanks to the Lord for the blessings that he brings
Lord when I die if you take me by the hand
I'll be pleased to feed the chickens in the Promised Land
Lord if I die and you let me pick my work
Make me the guardian angel of this Tennessee dirt
REPEAT FIRST CHORUS
LAST CHORUS:
Hey down on the farm, just a mile from the interstate
Down on the farm, where they don't mind pesticides
Down on the farm there ain't nothin' much shakin'
Just the former family farmer in the welfare line
Just the pony in the meadow and the wind in the pines
Hey down on the farm