(Tom T. Hall)

We live on a farm in Tennessee
Like old McDonald's was
We have all the things that a farm should have
And a whole lot of love.

We have a brace of ducks and a clutch of chicks
Cry of hounds and the candle of kits
Enough of frogs and as it gets dark
And an exaltation of larks.

We live on a farm in Tennessee
Like old McDonald's was
We have all the things that a farm should have
And a whole lot of love.

We have a drove of cattle and a grist of bees
A colony of ants and a gaggle of geese
A school of fish and a murder of crows
And a great big tribe of goats.

We live on a farm in Tennessee
Like old McDonald's was
We have all the things that a farm should have
And a whole lot of love.

We have a skulk of foxes and a sleuth of bears
A set of crane and a hust of hares
A herd of horses and a spring of teal
And a watch of nightingales.

We live on a farm in Tennessee
Like old McDonald's was
We have all the things that a farm should have
And a whole lot of love.

We have the sun of mornings and the moon of nights
And a fieldbed of hold me tights
It rains but not too much
We got a whole lot of love...