Il testo della Blackland farmer

Elizabeth Cook

Data di rilascio : 11/05/2010

Durata : 0:02:35

Stile : Country

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