and you want to know something?
I hate it. All I want to do is move to a big city,
and get away from these chores,
I start my workin' day at dawn,
I keep on developin' brawn
at chores, chores, chores.
I churn the churn with all my force,
milk the cow, hitch the horse,
wish that I could get a divorce
from chores, chores, chores.
I'd love to live in the city
And warm you when you're cold
I wish I could dress curt and pretty
Before this lonely widow gets too old
On all fours I have to stoop to
Feed the chicks fiddle sticks
Ain't too old for learning new tricks
The cheese is much too cheesy,
dogs are much too pleasy,
I love livin' on the farm.
And if you wanna know somethin',
I get a heap of pleasure outta my...
I start my working day at dawn,
from chores, chores, chores.
I earn an honest livelihood,
pitching hay, chopping wood.
Every night I'm feeling so good
from chores, chores, chores.
I'd hate to live in the city,
where no one tends the crops
The stone and brick ain't so pretty,
The country girls are natural folk,
like to laugh, like to joke,
city girls are learning to smoke
behind their parlor doors.
The country maid is classy,