[Verse 1]
I've got a spade and a pick-axe
And a hundred miles square of land to churn about
My old horse is weary but sincerely
I believe that he can pull a plough

Well, I've moved into the jungle of the agriculture rumble
To grow my own food
And I'll dig and plough and scrape the weeds
Till I succeed in seeing cabbage growing through

[Chorus]
Now I'm a farmer
And I'm digging, digging, digging, digging, digging
Now I'm a farmer
And I'm digging, digging, digging, digging, digging

It's alarming how charming it is to be a-farming
How calming and balming the effect of the air

[Verse 2]
Well, I farmed for a year and grew a crop of corn
That stretched as far as the eye can see
That's a whole lot of cornflakes
Near enough to feed New York till 1973
Cultivation is my station and the nation
Buys my corn from me immediately
And holding sixty thousand bucks, I watch as dumper trucks
Tip New York's corn flakes in the sea

[Chorus]
Now I'm a farmer
And I'm digging, digging, digging, digging, digging
Now I'm a farmer
And I'm digging, digging, digging, digging, digging

It's alarming how charming it is to be a-farming
How calming and balming the effect of the air

[Bridge]
Now look here, son
The right thing to say
Isn't necessarily what you wanna say
The right thing to do
Isn't necessarily what you wanna do

The right things to grow
Ain't necessarily what you wanna grow
Your own happiness
Doesn't necessarily teach you what you wanna know
[Verse 3]
Well I'm suntanned and deep, so's the horse
And my hands are deeply grained
Old horse is a-grazing, it's amazing
Just how lazily he took the strain

Well my pick and spade are rusty
'Cause I'm paid on trust
To leave my square of cornfield bare

[Chorus]
It's alarming how charming it is to be a-farming
How calming and balming the effect of the air

[Outro: spoken]
When you grow what I grow
Tomatoes, potatoes, stew
Eggplants
Potatoes, tomatoes, ha
Gourds