Country Life

The farmer has a rusty hook which holds a little key He also has a daughter that he keeps away from me But when he's drunk on whiskey she and I can still get frisky For the key is for the padlock on her belt of chastity Today the key is gone, but wait, is this a note I see? “Come outside you naughty boy, to stable number three” Oh, what a frightful shock to see who’s waiting there for me The farmer’s wife has also got a belt of chastity She handed me the key… how could I leave that woman scorned But then the farmer walked in and I wish that I’d been warned He pinched my butt and grinned at me and that was when I felt That it was time to get myself my own chastity belt