Blackland Farmer Songtext
von Elizabeth Cook

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

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