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