Farmer Songtext
von Kristin Lems

I am a farmer
I been one all my life
Call me a farmer
And not a farmer′s wife
The plow and hoe left their patterns on my hand
And now they tell me this is not my land

We raised two children
And they are farmers too
A crop and garden
Every year we grew
Two hundred acres
Ain't no easy haul
But it′s a good life
No regrets at all


When Joe turned fifty
His back was acting up
We three took over
So's he could rest up
My Joe was buried
Where his daddy lies
And soon some men came
Asking for my prize

I said I live here
And here I'm gonna stay
What makes you think
I wanna move away?
They smiled real sly
Said now your farmer′s dead
The farm ain′t yours
Till you pay the overhead

I know we women
We ain't been in the know
But we′re no fools
As far as farming goes
The crop don't know
No woman′s work or man's
There ain′t no law
Can take me from my land


'Cause I'm a farmer
I been one all my life
Call me a farmer
And not a farmer′s wife
The plow and hoe left their patterns on my hand
No one can tell me this is not my land

No one can tell me this is not my land
This is my land