Farming Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Verse 1]
[G]MER[D]E[G][E][D][G][F#][C#][D]
[G]Here's a bit of news that's
quite a shocker,
proving Mother Nature still has [D]charm.
[G]Quoting Mr. Charlie Nickerbocker,
get in the swim, [Em]and buy a f[G]arm.
[Bm]Acres [B]of alfalfa, fie[E]lds of clover,
sud[A]denly enchant our [D]top [C]foo's foo.
[D]So the[G] moment all this row is over
What say if [F#]we go [Em]hay -see -toe
[F#]for farm[Bm]ing?
[F#]That's the passion for [Bm]me
[C#]That's [F#]the passion
[B]of [Bm]the great celebrities o[Em]f to[D]day
[A]Kit Cornell is shellin' peas
[D]Lady Mendel's climbin' trees
[Bm]Dear Mae West is at her best
[C#]in the h[F#]ay[C#][F#]
[Bm]Singing [F#]while they're raking,
bring[Bm]ing
[F#]Home [C#]the bacon[F#] makes[B] them feel
more glamorous and more [Em]gay
They [G]tell me cows when
they're [B]feeling milky
[E]All give cream when
[Em]they're milked by [D]Wilkie
It's [G]so charming they [Em]all [D]say[Bm][B]
[Em]Oh, farming, t[D]hat's the fashion,
[Em]farm[E]ing[Em]
[E]That's [F#]the fashi[B]on
[E]of the great celebrities
[Em]of t[G]oday, ye[D]ah, ye[G]ah
[D]Five o 'clock, the cock is crowing,
though the frost is on the pumpkin
Back to sleep, you can't be going
[Em]if you want to [D]be a bumpkin
It's so chic for look -a -peek
to take your picture with the Guernsey
[F#]In the wilds of old Connecticut,
or possibly [B]New [E]Jersey
[Em]Muzzing, not the clove[B]r cuss[Em]ing
[E]When it's over,[B]
[E]makes them feel more glamorous
[Em]and [E]more gay t[A]oday[D]
[Em]Harden Koffm[E]an in Bucks County
pulled a farming killadilla
When they planted in their [D]cornfields
all their clippings from Joe Miller
[Em]Farming is so charm[D]ing,
they all [F]say, [F#]hey
[Bm]Farming, chasing chickens,
[F#]that's the fashion
Farm[Bm]ing, raising [E]chickens,
that's the [F#]passion
[B]Of [Bm]our great celebriti[D]es o[Em]f to[D]day
Bernard Shaw doing turkey in the straw
Don't [A]inquire of Georgie Rath,
[D]why his cow has never calfed.[E]
Georgie's bull is beautiful,
[C#]but he's gay.
[F#]Some fray in the hay, take it away.
[Bm]Muss[F#]in, up the clover, cussi[Bm]n.
[E]When it's over,
[B]make some fillin' for Melinda Gaget.
[E]that wheat with your grabby garble feet.
[F#]The [B]natives think it's utterly utter
when [E]Margie Potts starts
churning her [D]butter.
Farming is [Em]so charming,
they all [D]say!
[Fdim][Em][D]