Blackland Farmer > Songtext
von Hard Working Americans

When the lord made me he made a simple man
Not much money and not much land
He didn′t make no banker or no 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
Luckiest man that had ever been born
Because the lord gave me his and a blackland farm


Breaking up the new ground early in the day
Don't plant cotton, don't plant hay
Smell of that sweet leaf blowin through the corn
Life has sure done me right on my blackland farm
I said

I been drinkin′ muddy water from a hollow log
That man down there, lord knows, he treat me like a dirty dog
Let′s play

Feel like I'm getting closer to you God
I′m in the ground and I'm breaking up the sod
Mind is at ease I can do no harm
But I owe it all to you and my blackland farm

Lord made me he made a simple man
Not much money not much land
Make no banker no legal charmer
When the lord made me he made a blackland farmer.