by The F-Word Song
Performed by Bale Harrison & The Field Hands
The F-Word Song:Music and Lyrics by Alan Nafzger
(Verse 1)
I got a Farm that’s full of Fences,
With rows of Fodder in the Fields so dense.
I’m Furrow-deep, yeah, knee-high in the dirt,
With a Fallow stretch where the corn don’t hurt.
From the Feedlot cows to the Feathered hens,
I’m living my life in Farmyard trends.
(Chorus)
It’s the F-word life, but don’t you fret,
I ain’t talking ’bout what you might expect!
I’m saying Farm, not the other four-letter mess,
‘Cause Farming’s the life that’s truly the best!
(Verse 2)
Got a Flock of sheep, Forage to graze,
My Fertilizer keeps the crops in a daze.
The Fodder fills the barns in Fall,
While the Flax grows strong and tall.
On the tractor, it’s a Four-wheel dream,
Plowing through this Fertile cream.
(Chorus)
It’s the F-word life, but don’t you fret,
I ain’t talking ’bout what you might expect!
I’m saying Farm, not the other four-letter mess,
‘Cause Farming’s the life that’s truly the best!
(Bridge)
From the Farmstead to the Feed,
I’m living my life with all I need.
With Flour sacks stacked to the sky,
And Fruit trees waving as time goes by.
There’s Farriers, Fleeces, and Furrows deep,
This F-word life’s one I’ll keep!
(Outro)
So when you hear me say the F-word loud,
It’s not what you think, let me make it proud!
It’s Farm, it’s Farm, yeah, can’t you see?
That F-word’s the only one for me! 
