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)