You Can Take a Farmer Out of the Mud
Performed by Debbie “Hayride” Harper & The Prairie Songbirds
You Can Take a Farmer Out of the Mud… — Music and Lyrics by Alan Nafzger
You can take a farmer out of the barn, but you can’t make him stop talking about livestock.
“He’ll talk about those cows all night, even when the moon’s just right.”
Take a farmer out of the field, but you can’t make him forget crop rotation.
“He’s dreaming ’bout the soil in bed, wishing rows of corn were there instead.”
Take a farmer out of the tractor, but you can’t make him enjoy city traffic.
“In the city, he’s lost at the wheel, longing for the open field’s appeal.”
Take a farmer out of the mud, but you can’t make him keep his boots clean.
“No matter how much I scrub and shine, he’s bringing that dirt back in, every time.”
Take a farmer out of early mornings, but you can’t make him sleep past dawn.
“While I dream of sleeping late, he’s up with the sun, wide awake.”
Take a farmer away from the manure, but you can’t make him prefer air fresheners.
“Lavender and lemon he’ll always shun, says nothin’ beats the smell of a good cow run.”
Take a farmer out of the auction, but you can’t make him stop bidding.
“He’ll raise his hand without a plan, bringing home more cattle than we have land.”
Take a farmer out of the country, but you can’t make him prefer city lights to starlight.
“City lights don’t make him swoon, it’s the stars and crickets under the moon.”
Take a farmer out of his overalls, but you can’t make him wear a suit.
“He pulls at that tie and wriggles about, swears the suit is tryin’ to squeeze him out.”
Take a farmer out of the harvest season, but you can’t make him forget the satisfaction of a good yield.
“When he’s not in the field, he’s still reaping dreams, of bountiful crops and harvest gleams.”
Take a farmer out of the farm store, but you can’t make him ignore a good deal on seeds.
“He’ll sneak those packets in the house, a bargain hunter, quiet as a mouse.”
Take a farmer out of the weather talk, but you can’t make him ignore the forecast.
“He’s checkin’ the skies more than our plans, sayin’ rain or shine, it’s in nature’s hands.”
Take a farmer out of his pickup truck, but you can’t make him drive a sedan.
“In a sedan, he’ll grumble and moan, says it ain’t right without a truck of his own.”
Take a farmer out of the local diner, but you can’t make him forget the gossip.
“He misses those mugs and tales of the town, more than the fancy brunches in this part of town.”
Take a farmer out of hard work, but you can’t make him take a vacation.
“Try to get him to rest and relax, he’s countin’ the hours ’til he gets back on track.”
You can take a farmer out of the mud, But you can’t take the mud outta his blood,
“He’ll always find his way back to the dirt, Where the sun shines down and there’s dirt on his shirt.”
But you can’t drain the dirt from his blood,
“Farmer’s Roots”
You can take a grown farmer out of the mud,
But you can’t drain the dirt from his blood,
He’ll wander the cities, roam the streets,
But he’ll always miss the fields beneath his feet.
He dreams of rows, the crops so neat,
The scent of soil, the summer heat,
Though he wears a tie and polishes shoes,
It’s the dirt on his shirt that he’ll always choose.
For in the sun’s warm, golden light,
He finds his peace from day to night,
Back to the land, he’ll always go,
Where the seeds of love and labor grow.
