Return Of The Farmer's Son

ell my father 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

Oh...

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

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, get down to Sunday mass