Out in the middle of nowhere, Show There was talk of all the boring hours. There was cows and horses and sheeps and pigs- So they said "let's do it, play some rock and roll," They was tired of the daily routine, And the pig grabbed a chicken, said And every gol' dang one o' their tails a waggin', Well they was out there in the middle of nowhere, Add your thoughtsLog in now to tell us what you think this song means. Don’t have an account? Create an account with SongMeanings to post comments, submit lyrics, and more. It’s super easy, we promise! Guns N' Roses Down On The Farm Nobody comes to see me They told me to get healthy Drinkin' lemonade
shanty I wrote a thousand letters I call my baby on the telephone, I say I can't fall in love with a wheatfield Blue skies and swimming pools On the fucking farm! Are you born in a fucking barn or what? Beeeee! Starshine Singers
Become A Better Singer In Only 30 Days, With Easy Video Lessons!Time to give the 5 o’ clock alarm. It’s another morning on the farm. Jack Time for me to earn my keep And play my part. So much to do I really don’t know Where to start. Maybe you should start with good ol’ Daisy. She’s been a little lazy for a week or two. Jack I’m sick and tired of waiting For her to start lactating! Better find another job to do. You’ve got to: Plant the seeds and pull the weeds And feed all the chickens. Livin’ on a farm is quite slim pickin’s. Time to muck the pigs out. If only you could get out Of cleaning up the hay and piggy do, Doo, do-doo, doo, dooo! Oink, oink, oink. Yee hah! Just keep calm and cut the corn. A farmer’s work is never done. There’s a job for everyone. Shear the sheep and spin the yarn. Pack and stack and fill the barn. It’s a hard life - down on the farm. Come on Daisy, you’re his little cash cow! Time to take the bull by the horns right now. He’s poor as a church mouse, His piggy bank’s run dry. Come on Daisy, give it one more try. If you don’t give us milk, You will have to go! Guess I’ll still be trying ’Til the cows come home! Plant the seeds and pull the weeds And feed all the chickens. Livin’ on a farm is quite slim pickin’s. There’s no use complaining. At least it isn’t raining... Uh-oh... Oh well, shucks, It’s nice weather for ducks! Quack, quack, quack... I used to take vacations, Had higher aspirations Than being stuck in heaps of Smelly dung! Phwoar! Yee hah! Just keep calm and cut the corn. A farmer’s work is never done. There’s a job for everyone. Shear the sheep and spin the yarn. Pack and stack and fill the barn. It’s a hard life - down on the farm. Become A Better Singer In Only 30 Days, With Easy Video Lessons!Written by: Andrew Richardson Lyrics © Starshine Music Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind |