Well, the farmer prayed for a better yearAnd the crops were good like the Lord did hereBut his barn burned down with winter nearThe answer came in white and blackIn the farmer's almanac it saysIf a man could have half his wishesHe could double his troubleA sweet old lady was eighty-fourWhen her kinfolks came for a month or moreNow from overwork she's on the other shoreMuch too late was y'all come backAnd it says in the farmer's almanac it saysVisitors and fish smell after three daysOur leader was a silver-tongued manHe deceived the people of the landAnd when he got caught he couldn't standIt's a little off beat and a little off trackBut it says in the farmer's almanac it saysIn rivers and bad governmentThe lightest things float to the topDo-do-do-do-do-do-do-doDo-do-do-do-do-do-do-doDo-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-doDo-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-doRod said, I don't believe in GodRod died and lies beneath the sodFor God did not believe in RodLife is a troubled and a weary trackBut it says in the farmer's almanac it saysFeed your faith and your doubts will starve to deathThe little boy followed the honeybeeAnd it flew straight to the honey treeHe got stung but got the honey freeConsolation for the things you lackIs in the farmer's almanacIt says God gives us the darknessSo we can see the starsHe came home three hours late from workSaid I had a flat and fell in the dirtShe said and got lipstick on your shirtWell it turned out like Jill and JackAnd it says in the farmer's almanacIt says lies have to be covered upTruth can run around nakedDo-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-doDo-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-doDo-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-doDo-do-do-do-do-do-do-doHe said, honey, you know I'm trueI just look at other women, that's all I doThen she caught him with her best friend Peggy SueSometimes some women say, oh, I'm trueSometimes some women will look backAnd it says in the farmer's almanacIt says there's a lot of differenceIn window shopping and shopliftingI sat down at a shoeshine standI had a real slow shoeshine manI said you don't pop that rag like some of them canHe looked at me and then he said right backIt says in the farmer's almanacIt says the trouble with the world todayIs there's too much poppin'And not enough poppin'And not enough shineDo-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-doDo-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-doDo-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-doDo-do-do-do-do-do-doDo-do-do-do-do-do-do-doDo-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-doDo-do-do-do-do-do-do-do