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 baker or legal charmer
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And the Lord made me a blackland farmer
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Well my hands ain't smooth 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 help and a blackland farm
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I've been breakin' up the new ground early in the day
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I'm ganna plant some cotton I'm gonna plant some hay
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I love to smell the sweet breeze blowin' through the corn
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Lord you sure done me right on my blackland farm
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I feel like I'm gettin' closer to you God
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A plantin' the ground and breakin' up the sod
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My mind is at ease and I could do no harm
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Lord I owe it all to you and the blackland farm
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Blackland Farmer
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Faron Young |