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  Now I'm A Farmer
  By The Who
  >From Odds & Sods, 1968, 1974
  Written by Pete Townshend ©1974 Fabulous Music Ltd.
  
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  transcribed by
  litgo@aol.com
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  Capo on 3
  
  Bb/C       x(3)8766
  F/C        x(3)7565
  G7/C       x(3)576x
  Dm/C       x(3)776(5)
  C/G        3x5553 
  G6         355453
  
  [intro; pedal C (two guitars on record)]
  | Bb/C | F/C   | G7/C   Dm/C Dm/C | C(no3) |
  
  | Bb/C | F/C   | G7/C   F/C  F/C  | C      |
  
             G
  I've got a spade and a pick-axe
        G                               C     C     Csus4  C C  Csus4
  And a hundred miles square of land to churn about
     G                         G
  My old horse is weary but sincerely
                        C      C     Csus4   C  C  Csus4
  I believe that he can pull a plough
             F                            F
  Well, I've moved into the jungle of the agriculture rumble,
     C                 C
  To grow my own food
           G                               
  And I'll dig and plough and scrape the weeds
            G                      C                 F/C F/C F/C C
  'til I succeed in seeing cabbage growing through
  
  [chorus]
  (E  F  F# G)  G       (G6)         G                (G6)      C    F/C C
  Now I'm a farmer, and I'm digging, digging, digging, digging, digging
  (E  F  F# G)  G       (G6)         G        .       (G6)      C    F/C C
  Now I'm a farmer, and I'm digging, digging, digging, digging, digging
  
        Bb/C        F/C         G7/C  Dm/C Dm/C C(no3)
  It's alarming how charming it is to be   a-   farming
      Bb/C        F/C         G7/C   G7/C G7/C C
  How calming and balming the effect of   the  air
  
  
  Well, I farmed for a year and grew a crop of corn
  That stretched as far as the eye can see
  That's a whole lot of cornflakes,
  Near enough to feed New York 'til 1973
  Cultivation is my station and the nation
  Buys my corn from me immediately
  And holding sixty thousand bucks, I watch as dumper trucks
  Tip New York's corn flakes in the sea
  
  [repeat chorus]
  Now I'm a farmer, and I'm digging, digging, digging, digging, digging
  Now I'm a farmer, and I'm digging, digging, digging, digging, digging
  
  It's alarming how charming it is to be a-farming
  How calming and balming the effect of the air
  
  [break]
  C    C/G    C    C/G   
  
  Now, look here, son
  The right thing to say
  Isn't necessarily what you want to say
  The right thing to do
  Isn't necessarily what you want to do
  The right thing to grow
  Ain't necessarily what you want to grow
  Your own happiness
  Doesn't necessarily teach you what you want to know
  
  Well, I'm suntanned and deep, so's the horse
  And my hands are deeply grained
  Old horse is a-grazing, it's amazing
  Just how lazily he took the strain
  Well, my pick and spade are rusty,
  Because I'm paid on trust to leave my square of cornfield bare
  
  G
  It's alarming how charming it is to be a-farming
  How calming and balming the effect of the air
  
  [second break]
  
  When you grow what I grow
  
  C    C/G    C   C/G...  
  
  Tomatoes, potatoes, stew, eggplants, hmm
  Potatoes, tomatoes, a ha, gourds...
  
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  litgo@aol.com
  
  

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