Mmmm…
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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 Lord gave me health and a blackland farm
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Mmmm…
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Breakin up the new ground early in the day
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Gonna plant cotton, 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 I’m getting closer to you God
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A pint in the ground and I’m breakin up the sod
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My mind is at ease and I can do no harm
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Lord I owe all to you and my blackland farm
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Mmmm…
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Blackland Farmer
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| Elizabeth Cook |
