My name is Josie Berry.
I live on a farm
and you want to know something?
I hate it. All I want to do is move to a big city,
Chicago maybe,
and get away from these chores,
chores, chores.
I start my workin' day at dawn,
hate the such goin's on,
I keep on developin' brawn
at chores, chores, chores.
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
Where gentlemen are bold
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
pull the weeds
Feed the chicks fiddle sticks
Ain't too old for learning new tricks
And opening up the doors
The cheese is much too cheesy,
dogs are much too pleasy,
bees are much too beasy.
Livin' ain't so easy,
doin' the chores.
Chores. Chores.
My name is Aaron Slick.
I love livin' on the farm.
And if you wanna know somethin',
I get a heap of pleasure outta my...
Chores, chores, chores.
I start my working day at dawn,
loving such goings -on.
Happily developing brawn
from chores, chores, chores.
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
and traffic never stops.
The stone and brick ain't so pretty,
and nature's only seen
in flower shops.
Cheers for choice.
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,
sweet and sassafrassy,
slim and hourglassy.
Wish I had this lassie
sharing my chores.
Chores. Chores.