Return Of The Farmers Son

Well, my father he is a farmer
A damn good one at his trade
And he's always loved my mama
Though we laid her in the grave

I've been down, I've been down
A hustler and a cheat
I'll always love my father
His kind heart can't be beat

Ooh-oh-oh-oh-ah!

I'd spit in your face if you laughed at me
Don't you know, don't you know?
I might be a dipper, but I ain't a thief
Don't you know, don't you know? Huh?

Oh, yeah
Come on

Well, my father is a farmer
Used to smack me on the ass
Used to dress me up in my Sunday best
"Get down there, get down to Sunday mass"

And I've been down, so down
Don't you know, don't you know?
I'll always love my father
I love him so, oh, yeah!