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