Текст песни Black Land Farmer

(Whistle)

Giddy-on-up boy

(Humming)

When the lord made me

He made a simple man

Not much money and not much land

He didn't make me no banker or legal charmer

When the lord made me he made a blackland farmer

Well my hands ain't smooth, my face is rough

But my heart is warm and my ways ain't tough

I guess I'm the luckiest man ever born

'Cause the lord gave me health

And a blackland farm
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(Humming)

Breaking up the new ground early in the day

Gonna plant cotton, I'm gonna plant hay

I love the smell of sweet breeze

Blowin' through the corn

Lord you sho' done me right

By my blackland farm

I feel like I'm a-gettin' closer to you, God

Plowing up the ground and a-breaking up the sod

Well my mind is set at ease and I could do no harm

Lord, I owe it all to you

And my blackland farm

(Humming)