Letter From The County Farm Lyrics - The Animals

Letter from the county farm, letter from the county farm 

And the wind it has been blowin' 

Its been blowin' so strong 

They're afraid to raise the flag 'less it gets torn to shreds 

But God forbid the wind should ever stop blowin' 

But if it did 

I'm sure we'd all fall down 

But sometimes it isn't windy 

Like last February 

I remember it snowed 

and a week later it hailed 

And now it looks like raining 

Now it looks like raining 

I'm convinced that what makes the rain and hail so heavy over here 

is that the sherrif has been messing with out minds. 

handin' out questionnaries to the pris'ners who are blind 

to the pris'ners who are blind 

Let me tell you one thing new at the county farm 

They've got muzak in the fields 

which makes this life of mine a little more unreal 

a little more unreal 

But I wish they'd kill the sounds, I wish they'd kill the sounds 

You don't knowwhat it's like to hear Debussy in a California prison field 

And I love 

I love to sing while I'm workin' 

I love to sing while I'm workin' 

And the wind has been blowin' 

And the wind has been blowin' 

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I've given up reading for a time and taken up other pastimes 

Such as watchin' winos gum their food and epileptics havin' bad times 

More frequently I've been lost in this game 

And it looks like they're gonna make a crim'nal out of me 

A criminal out of me 

But those guys who are down on me winnin' 

Lord knows, they take the game so seriously 

But what hurts me more, burts me more than anything 

Is when I get your mail 

When I get your mail, they've cut you 

They've cut out the parts and the words that have feeling 

So I'm left with only part of you 

I say I'm only left with part of you 

And the wind has been blowin' 

And the wind has been blowin' 

Oh, play your guitar, baby 

Play your guitar, baby, 

Get me off this farm, baby, take me away... 

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And apart from all this crap there is some peace and quiet 

Except for the screws grumbling and mumbling and calling me a long hair 

I wouldn't mind, but they cut my hair quite some time ago 

They cut it off when I first came here 

Which tells me Indo-China is really here behind this wire 

And it soon will be dying engulfed in their own fire, in their own fire 

In fact, they tell me that a boy like me shouldn't think like that 

But this is murder and everybody accepts that. 

Lord knows, they all accept it, and everybody knows thatt ain't where its at 

So take care, pray for rain and maybe I'll see you 

Visiting hours next week 

And when the screw, when the screw says no touching, 

Lord knows, I'll turn the other cheek. 

(Burdon, Gordon)