"Farmer John (MPLS Unplugged Live)" lyrics
Farmer John went downtown to look for a job
To look for a job
He lost a little faith along the way
Eating fast food all night and all day
He's maybe too simple for the big-city folk
Doesn't get the job, doesn't get the jokes
Tied a little rosary to his belt loop
Nothing like a city girl to throw you for a loop
He had gone to the city, went to the city
Looking for a life and little bit of pity
The city's got a lot of heart, but it just don't care
Dreaming and sleeping and living in his car
She tells him the way of the big-city stars
Martin Luther King won the war of the races
Except, of course, in the places they're still racing
Billie Jean King won the war of the sexes
Unless, of course, you're living in the state of Texas
Took a little time to assess the damage
Spent all day in his flannel pajamas
And he had gone to the city, went to the city
Looking for a life and little bit of pity
The city's got a lot of heart, but it just don't care
Bright lights hypnotize you
When there's nothing left to lose
But your sole
Of your shoes
Now, Farmer John wants things that he doesn't need
Set up in a tenement, starts growing weed
Some folks wanna be left alone
Then they get so lonely they don't wanna go home
A child just doesn't get enough attention
Spends all day in juvenile detention
Capital loan, capital crime
Capital punishment on my dime
They had gone to the city, went to the city
Looking for a life and little bit of pity
The city's got a lot of heart, but it just don't care
The bright lights hypnotize you
When there's nothing left to lose
But your sole
Of your shoes
Farmer John sits in the electric chair
Thinking 'bout the city and wondering how he got there
Thank you so much, we love ya
To look for a job
He lost a little faith along the way
Eating fast food all night and all day
He's maybe too simple for the big-city folk
Doesn't get the job, doesn't get the jokes
Tied a little rosary to his belt loop
Nothing like a city girl to throw you for a loop
He had gone to the city, went to the city
Looking for a life and little bit of pity
The city's got a lot of heart, but it just don't care
Dreaming and sleeping and living in his car
She tells him the way of the big-city stars
Martin Luther King won the war of the races
Except, of course, in the places they're still racing
Billie Jean King won the war of the sexes
Unless, of course, you're living in the state of Texas
Took a little time to assess the damage
Spent all day in his flannel pajamas
And he had gone to the city, went to the city
Looking for a life and little bit of pity
The city's got a lot of heart, but it just don't care
Bright lights hypnotize you
When there's nothing left to lose
But your sole
Of your shoes
Now, Farmer John wants things that he doesn't need
Set up in a tenement, starts growing weed
Some folks wanna be left alone
Then they get so lonely they don't wanna go home
A child just doesn't get enough attention
Spends all day in juvenile detention
Capital loan, capital crime
Capital punishment on my dime
They had gone to the city, went to the city
Looking for a life and little bit of pity
The city's got a lot of heart, but it just don't care
The bright lights hypnotize you
When there's nothing left to lose
But your sole
Of your shoes
Farmer John sits in the electric chair
Thinking 'bout the city and wondering how he got there
Thank you so much, we love ya
