(KEY OF F)
INTRO: 4 MEASURES

V1 & V2: 8 MEASURES
Well my father was a farmer, down in old Dixie land
He didn’t grow carrots or corn
He grew cauliflower, ‘cause that’s what his daddy did
From the day my grandfather was born

Well the days of my youth, were spent in the field
And workin’ the farmers’ market fair
And I didn’t complain, or know of anything else
‘Til the day that I saw her there

CHORUS: 4 MEASURES
My heart aches for you my darlin’
My heart aches for you my dear
And I wish your sweet lips could whisper again
In my old cauliflower ear

V3 & V4: 8 MEASURES
From the moment our eyes locked, together that day
I knew that we were a match
And my heart filled with joy, on the world’s finest day
When we were married, in the cauliflower patch

Well we raised a fine family, and I guess I didn’t see
That cauliflower was not my wife’s taste
And the strain of that plant, day in and day out
Was laying our marriage to waste

CHORUS: 4 MEASURES
My heart aches for you my darlin’
My heart aches for you my dear
And I wish your sweet lips could whisper again
In my old cauliflower ear

INSTRUMENTAL: 4 MEASURES

V5: 4 MEASURES
Well my kids learned my trade, and became cauliflower farmers
And my darlin’ couldn’t take any more
She threw down her apron, and she didn’t look back
When she turned, and walked out the door

INSTRUMENTAL: 4 MEASURES

V6: 4 MEASURES
I supposed I could’ve stopped it, if I had decided
To take up some other line of work
But I am what I am, and my family’s proud heritage
I couldn’t bring my poor self to shirk

CHORUS: 4 MEASURES (LAST ONE DRAGS)
My heart aches for you my darlin’
My heart aches for you my dear
And I wish your sweet lips could whisper again
In my old cauliflower ear

OUTRO: 4 MEASURES (LAST ONE DRAGS)
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