(by Frankie Miller)



Mmmmmm…



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 and 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



Mmmmmm…



Breakin up the new ground early in the day



Gonna plant cotton, I’m gonna plant hay



I love to smell the sweet breeze blowin’ through the corn



Life has sure done me right by my blackland farm



I feel like I’m getting closer to you God



A pint in the ground and I’m breakin up the sod



My mind is at ease and I can do no harm



Lord I owe all to you and my blackland farm



Mmmmmm…