Text: Joe Walsh. Down On The Farm.

Out in the middle of nowhere

Gathered around in the barn

Animals all in agreement, they was down on the farm



There was talk of all the boring hours

Standin' around with nothin' to do

It was just another boring evening

With a pail of boring things to chew



There was cows and horses and sheeps and pigs

They was tired of the daily routine

They was plannin' on havin' themselves a bash

Gonna throw a great big wing-ding



So they said 'let's do it, play some rock and roll'

And they got all loose and had a few

And before they knew it, they was out of control

Turned into a regular zoo...

They was tired of the daily routine


Havin' themselves a great big bash

And they was gathering steam



And the pig grabbed a chicken, said

Come on over, let's do-si-do a few

And the chick said 'no, you're covered with mud'

Called him a pig and it was true



And every gol' dang one o'their tails was a waggin'

Under the old horse-shoe

That night the animals fell off the wagon

And a tractor or two



Well they was out in the middle of nowhere

They was rockin' out in the barn

They was tearin' it up in the hayloft

Gettin' down on the farm