Johnny Cash
Album: Boom Chicka Boom
Track: Farmer's Almanac
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Farmer's Almanac Lyrics (Johnny Cash)
© '90 Song Of Cash Music, ASCAP
-Solo & vocal accompaniment-
Well, the farmer prayed for a better year
And the crops were good, like the Lord did hear
But his barn burned down, with winter near
The answer came in white and black, in the farmer's almanac
It says, if a man could have half his wishes, he could double his trouble
A sweet old lady was eighty-four when her kinfolks came for a month or more
Now from overwork, she's on the other shore
Much too late was, y'all come back, and it says in the farmer's almanac
It says, visitors and fish smell after three days
Our leader was a silver tongued man, he deceived the people of the land
And when he got caught, he couldn't stand
It's a little off-beat and a little off-track, but it says in the farmer's almanac
It says, in rivers and bad government, the lightest things flow to the top
-Solo & vocal accompaniment-
Rod said, I don't believe in God, Rod died and lies beneath the sod
For God did not believe in Rod
Life is a troubled and a weary track, but it says in the farmer's almanac
It says, feed your faith and your doubts will starve to death
The little boy followed the honeybee, and it flew straight to the honey-tree
He got stung but got the honey free
Consolation for the things you lack is in the farmer's almanac
It says, God gives us the darkness so we can see the stars
He came home three hours late from work, said, I had a flat and fell in the dirt
She said, and got lipstick on your shirt
Well, it turned out like Jill and Jack, and it says in the farmer's almanac
It says, lies have to be covered up, truth can run around, naked
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He said, Honey you know, I'm true, I just look at other women, that's all I do
Then she caught him with her best friend Peggy Sue
Sometimes some women will look back, and it says in the farmer's almanac
It says, there's a lot of difference in window-shoppin' and shop-liftin'
I sat down at a shoeshine stand, I had a real slow shoeshine man
I said, you don't pop that rag like some of 'em can
He looked at me and then he said right back, it says in the farmer's almanac
It says, the trouble with the world today is, there's too much poppin' and not enough shinin'
-Solo & vocal accompaniment-
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