Farmer

<br>I am a farmer, I been one all my life<br>Call me a farmer, and not a farmer`s wife<br>The plough and hoe left their patterns on my hand<br>And now they tell me this is not my land<br>We raised two children, they are farmers too<br>A crop and garden every year we grew<br>Two hundred acres ain`t no easy haul<br>But it`s a good life, no regrets at all<br>When Joe turned 50, his back was actin up<br>We three took over, so`s he could rest up<br>My Joe was buried where his daddy lies<br>And soon some men came, askin for my price<br>I said, "I live here, and here I`m gonna stay<br>What makes you think I wanna move away?"<br>They smiled real sly, said, "Now your farmer`s dead.<br>This farm ain`t yours till you pay the overhead."<br>I know we women, we ain`t been in the know<br>But we`re no fools as far as farmin goes<br>The crop don`t know no woman`s work or man`s<br>There ain`t no law can take me from my land<br>Cause I`m a farmer, I been one all my life<br>Call me a farmer, and not a farmer`s wife<br>The plough and hoe left their patterns on my hand<br>No one can tell me this is not my land,<br>This is my land.<br>words and music by Kristin Lems c MCMLXXXIII Kleine Ding Music (BMI)