Blackland Farmer

Blackland Farmer - Frankie Miller

Written by：Miller/Frankie

Giddy on up boy

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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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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 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

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