He tills the soil and plants the seeds to feed his hungry land the farmer the farmer

With a hoe a shovel and a turnin' plow makin' his livin' by the sweat of the brow 

The farmer the farmer

When the sun gets hot the fields are dry and like a brain the seeds then die

The farmer the farmer

Then he bends his back to plant new grain then his farm is blessed with rain 

The farmer God bless the farmer

Then on his knees gives thanks to God for fertile fields of black rich sod 

The farmer God bless the farmer

Raising his two calloused hands thanking God for letting him

Use his land to be a farmer

When the wind blows cold the ground is froze

Who feeds the hungry birds in the snow the farmer the farmer

No wonder he's the first in spring

To hear the lovely robins sing the farmer the farmer

His woman loves and understands

She works by his side in the fields like a man the farmers the farmers

Then on their knees give thanks to God for fertile fields of black rich sod 

The farmers God bless the farmers

Raising up their calloused hands thanking God for letting them

Be farmers just plain farmers God bless the farmers the farmers

God bless the farmers the farmers