Proud Farmer Blues

Well I've
got my farm
And I
grow my food
and I've
got my baby
but my
baby needs shoes
and I
can't grow shoes
I've got
no cash cows
and I've
got no cash
cause I'm
too damn proud
but I've
got the proud farmer,
Proud farmer blues!

We've got
crop rotations
we've got
contoured rows
and our
garden's organic
and our
food is slow,
we've got
cows and chickens
we've got
trees and hay,
we've got
a great big mortgage
that we
just can't pay
so we've
got those proud farmer,
proud farmer blues!

Well you've
got four tractors
you've got
three combines
you've got
three thousand acres
but you
still want mine
And you've
had no pride
since when
you were born,
But you've
got Federal subsidies to
grow your corn,
And all we've
got is those proud farmer
Proud farmer blues!

Well you've
got no fencerows in be-
tween your fields
and you've
got no wildlife
but you've
got great yields
and you've
got some soil
that's half
washed away
but you've
got fertilizer
that still
makes it all pay,
And all we've
got is those proud farmer,
Proud farmer blues!

They've got
corn fed burgers,
corn oil
for their fries
and high
fructose corn syrup
for their
thunder thighs
And their
cars have gas tanks
spiked with
ethanol
and they
let our taxes -
subsidize it all!
And all we've
got is those proud farmer,
Proud farmer blues!

Well we've
got three children
but they've
gone away
Cause they've
left for college
for their
MBAs
And they
think it's lovely
but they
couldn't stay
'cause they
know that family
farming
just don't pay
Leaving us
with our proud farmer,
Proud farmer blues!