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
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