FARMER (ALL STAR PARODY) - Ft. Cole the Cornstar | Laura Farms | Ag w/ Emma | Brian's Farming Videos

Somebody once asked me how farming works exactly. Please come and have a look in my shed. See these tractors and these combines, they're beautiful in sunshine and they help all the people stay fed. Well, in spring we start planting and we don't stop planting. Stuck in the cab until our legs start cramping. In the summer we sweat but we still have fun. We harvest our wheat in the hot, hot sun. So much to do, we rarely sleep. Watch right, fail, irrigate, spray the pig wheat. We never know if it's gonna rain. We do know that rain makes grain. Hey now, you're a farmer, get your grain on, make hay. Hey now, you're a farmer, get to grow on, get paid. May all your wheat fields be gold, whether you are two or one hundred years old. In the winter, you can say it gets colder. Feeding cattle daily, looking back over my shoulder. Check the meteorologist's description. Maybe it's a fact, but sometimes it can be fiction. De-ice the waters, then scrape the pen. Spread the manure, call that a win-win. We fix in the shop, plant our next crop. That's the way we like it and we never want to stop. Hey now, you're a rancher, get your cows fed, be paid. Hey now, you're a rancher, get to grow on, get gains. May all your pastures be green, whether you are sixty or sixteen. Hey now, you're a farmer, get your grain on, make hay. Hey now, you're a farmer, get to grow on, get paid. May all your wheat fields be gold, no matter your age. Some people might think that the fall is nice for drinks, but I would rather be calving on the plain. Silage to chop, bales to haul off, fueling up all the bills make me scoff. But despite it all, we never complain. Well, the comics are running and they never stop running. Fed from the bandwatching, Sunset's done it. On the best days, seems that we work for fun. Sometimes I feel smart, but sometimes I feel dumb. Picking the corn, cutting the beans, sorghum, sunflowers, and we plant wheat. Now you know food has got to grow. It goes from the fields to the grocery store. Hey now, you're a farmer, get your grain on, make hay. Hey now, you're a farmer, get to grow on, get paid. May all your pastures be green, whether you are sixty or sixteen. May all your wheat fields be cold, whether you are two or one hundred years old.