Авторы музыки: Ian Paice, Roger Glover, Jon Lord, Ritchie Blackmore, Ian Gillan
G Well, I stood under your bedroom window Throwing up a brick No one came I threw one more That really did the trick Your daddy came and banged my head He said what kind of man Is this that's hanging 'round my girl And threw me in the car Em You're a farmer's daughter You're a farmer's daughter Why do I always get The kinda girl I didn't oughta get C G/B I won't get no more eggs and water Am Em Now I've laid the farmer's daughter (piano break in G, same chords as above) G Imagine I was a full-grown man And I could talk just right Could I come and see you here And do this every night Wham! The door comes crashing down Your daddy's face all pale Says come with me you hairy bum I'll put you in my jail Em You're a judge's daughter You're a judge's daughter Why do I always get The kinda girl I didn't oughta get C G/B Now I'm getting jail and torture Am Em 'Cause I made the judge's daughter (Spoken: Yes I did. It was nice.) (guitar break) C G/B It seems they're screaming law and order Am Em When I go with anyone's daughter G Woman I should like some peace And daddy hold your tongue I think you're gonna die of fright When I tell you what I've done I can hear your tales and lies You say I'm dumb and scraggy But man this dumb and scraggy is Your daughter's baby's daddy Em She's a lucky daughter Such a lucky daughter Why did I always get The kinda girl I didn't wanna get C G/B Now I've got what I always fought for Am Em 'Cause I've married a rich man's daughter (Spoken: Waddaya think of that?) Chords picked by Kartsa Ahokas, Helsinki, Finland (e-mail: kahokas@cc.Helsinki.FI (Kari T Ahokas)) This little gem was drawn out of some dusty closet for their 1993 tour, and has been kept in their show on the current (1994) tour with Satriani replacing Blackmore on guitar. - Trond.