Frankie Miller - Black Land Farmer lyrics

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(Whistle)<br />

Giddy-on-up boy<br />

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(Humming)<br />

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When the lord made me<br />

He made a simple man<br />

Not much money and not much land<br />

He didn't make me no banker or legal charmer<br />

When the lord made me he made a blackland farmer<br />

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Well my hands ain't smooth, my face is rough<br />

But my heart is warm and my ways ain't tough<br />

I guess I'm the luckiest man ever born<br />

'Cause the lord gave me health<br />

And a blackland farm<br />

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(Humming)<br />

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Breaking up the new ground early in the day<br />

Gonna plant cotton, I'm gonna plant hay<br />

I love the smell of sweet breeze<br />

Blowin' through the corn<br />

Lord you sho' done me right<br />

By my blackland farm<br />

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I feel like I'm a-gettin' closer to you, God<br />

Plowing up the ground and a-breaking up the sod<br />

Well my mind is set at ease and I could do no harm<br />

Lord, I owe it all to you<br />

And my blackland farm<br />

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(Humming)