Black Land Farmer Testo

Testo Black Land 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, 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

Breaking up the new ground early in the day
I'm gonna plant cotton, I'm gonna plant hay
I love to smell the sweet breeze blowing through the corn
Lord you sho done me right
By my blackland farm


I feel like I'm getting closer to you, God
Plowing up the new ground and breaking up the sod
My mind is set not to do no harm
Lord, I owe it all to you
And my blackland farm
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