Blackland Farmer

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,

GodA 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