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When the Lord made me, he made a simple man |
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Not much money and not much land |
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He didn't make me no banker or legal charmer |
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When the Lord made me, he made a blackland farmer |
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Well, my hands ain't smooth and my face is rough |
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But my heart is warm and my ways ain't tough |
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I guess I'm the luckiest man ever born' |
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Cause the |
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Lord gave me health and a blackland farm |
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Breakin' up the new ground early in the day |
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Gonna plant cotton, |
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I'm gonna plant hay |
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I love to smell the sweet breeze blowin' through the corn |
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Life has sure done me right by my blackland farm |
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I feel like |
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I'm getting closer to you, |
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GodA pint in the ground and |
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I'm breakin' up the sod |
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My mind is at ease and |
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I can do no harm |
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Lord, I owe all to you and my blackland farm |