Blackland 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 (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)