Lyrics

THE FAT OF THE LAND

I WORK IN THE SUMMER IN AUTUMN AND SPRING
I HIDE IN THE WINTER FROM OLD JACK FROSTS STING
I DRINK TO BE MERRY AND NOT TO FORGET
MY PAST AND MY FUTURE ARE NOT WRITTEN YET

IF YOU CAN SUPPLY ME A BARN FULL OF HAY
I’LL SLEEP SOUND AT NIGHT AND I’LL WORK HARD ALL DAY
AND WHEN THE WORKS OVER WELL I’LL HIT THE ROAD
AND OFF TO THE NEXT JOB A-SINGING I’LL GO

CH. OH GIVE ME A FLAGON OF CIDER OR TWO
WHEN I’M IN MY CUPS THERE’S NOT MUCH I CAN’T DO
I BREAK MY BACK WORKING AND BLISTER MY HANDS
AND I LIVE LIKE A KING OFF THE FAT OF THE LAND

I HAVE NO TIES AND NO MONEY TOO
I’M HAPPY AS SIXPENCE AND I DON’T ENVY YOU
NOW WHAT’S THE ATTRACTION, I DON’T UNDERSTAND
TO BE STUCK IN ONE PLACE THAT WOULD MAKE ME FEEL DAMNED

I HAVE NO POSSESSIONS, I HAVE NO ESTATE
THE ROAD IS MY KINGDOM OUTSIDE YOUR FRONT GATE
I’M NOBODY SPECIAL, JUST A WORKING MAN
BUT I AM MYSELF AND I’M HAPPY I AM

CH

NOW AS I’VE GROWN OLDER I’VE SEEN THE WORLD CHANGE
AND WHAT WAS BEFORE IS NO LONGER THE SAME
THE CIDER AND OLD FRIENDS ARE ALL THAT REMAIN
AND A LONGING TO WORK IN THE GREEN FIELDS AGAIN

BUT NOW THERE’S NO WORK SINCE THE ADVENT OF STEAM
AND THE LIFE THAT I LED THEN IS NOW BUT A DREAM
SO I LAY ON MY BACK IN THE WARM FIELDS OF HAY
GIVE ME JUST ONE MORE DRINK AND I’LL BE ON MY WAY

CH