Faxed Head - Farmer Ferdinand Hudson lyrics

Farmer Ferdinand Hudson Now it is dawn and a new day is born But with a trail of despair The new day was shining but many had gone Farmer Ferdinand Hudson had lost much more than he'd won He sat by a table and cried in his rum The cobwebs hung heavy and dreary beside All that looked at him could barely decide He pa**ed for one day so to sleep in that night And early that morning he died