Return Of The Farmer's 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!