AS I WALK THROUGH THE VALLEY WHERE I HARVEST MY GRAIN I TAKE A LOOK AT MY WIFE AND REALIZE SHE’S VERY PLAIN BUT THAT’S JUST PERFECT FOR AN AMISH LIKE ME ME KNOW I SHUN FANCY THINGS LIKE ELECTRICITY; AT 430 IN THE MORNING I’M MILKING COW JEBEDIAH FEEDS THE CHICKENS AND JACOB PLOWS; FOOL I’VE BEEN MILKING AND PLOWING SO LONG EVEN EZEKIEL THINKS THAT MY MIND IS GONE I’M A MAN OF THE LAND I’M INTO DISCIPLINE; GOT A BIBLE IN MY HAND AND A BEARD ON MY CHIN BUT IF YOU FINISH YOUR CHORES AND I FINISH THINE THEN TONIGHT WE’RE GONNA PARTY LIKE IT’S 1699; WE’VE BEEN SPENDING MOST OUR LIVES LIVING IN AN AMISH PARADISE...