A FARMERS LIFE

A FARMERS LIFE

A farmers life is full of strife, the winter winds cut like a knife

His skin is brown, his body gaunt in the State that’s named Vermont

Spring rains can come as in a flood changing plowed land into mud

Mother Nature, her powers flaunt in the State that’s named Vermont


(chorus)
He slaves away each passing day until life’s blood is washed away

A different life he does not want than the four seasons of Vermont

(breakdown)

Summer comes with its hot sun with reaping crops, he’s on the run

His way of life, you cannot daunt in the State that’s named Vermont

When autumn leaves are falling still his chores keep calling

More to do, his dreams do haunt in the State that’s named Vermont


(chorus)
He slaves away each passing day until life’s blood is washed away

A different life he does not want than the four seasons of Vermont


Monty