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