Karaokê The Farmer - Robert Mizzell

Esta música é uma versão de The Farmer, popularizada por Robert Mizzell

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Sobre

Com coros (com ou sem vozes na versão KFN)

Tempo idêntico ao original: 97 BPM

Tonalidade idêntica ao original: Mi, Fá

Duração: 03:38 - Visualizar: 01:49

Ano de lançamento: 2019
Estilos: Country, Em inglês
Autor Original: Robert Milton Mizzell, Wayne Thorose, Nuala Elizabeth Woods

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Letra The Farmer

I can hear the hummin' still of the old Pierce reaping mill
I see my father tyin' sheaves of corn
In september in the garden field they kept me home from school
They needed me to work down on the farm
And my mother she would bake apple pie and current cake
And lovely home made bread from wheat and milk
And nothing tasted better than the twelve of us together
Drinking tea out of a bottle in the field
I was a young men when
I sowed the fields of barley
With the Clydesdales when
I sprayed the bugs in may
And a farmer I have lived and a farmer I will die
And I wouldn't have it any other way
One by one we all left home making new lives on our own
In Australia, England and America
And my father shed a tear with every passing year
Momma prayed that we'de all come home some day
Settled down to married life with my children and my wife
And farming ways were changing rapidly
Now there's silage in the pit and machines that milk the cows
And a John Deere where the Clydesdales used to be
I was a young men when
I sowed the fields of barley
With the Clydesdales when
I sprayed the bugs in may
And a farmer I have lived and a farmer I will die
And I wouldn't have it any other way
And now my pride and joy are my sons and their wee boys
Calving cows and lambing sheep as day is dawnin'
Somethings change yet stay the same
And they'll carry on the name
And the big old wheel of life just keeps on turnin'
I was a young men when
I sowed the fields of barley
With the Clydesdales when
I sprayed the bugs in may
And a farmer I have lived and a farmer I will die
And I wouldn't have it any other way
I was a young men when
I sowed the fields of barley
With the Clydesdales when
I sprayed the bugs in may
And a farmer I have lived and a farmer I will die
And I wouldn't have it any other way
No I wouldn't have it any other way

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