Hard Working Americans Blackland Farmer
[Verse 1]
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
[Verse 2]
Well my hands ain't smooth, my face is rough
But my heart is warm and my ways ain't tough
I'm the luckiest man that had ever been born
Because the Lord gave me [his?] and a blackland farm
[Verse 3]
Breaking up the new ground early in the day
Gonna plant cotton, gonna plant hay
Smell of that sweet leaf blowin' through the corn
Life has sure done me right on my blackland farm
[Bridge]
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
[Verse 4]
Feel like I'm getting closer to you, God
[Pine?] in the ground and I'm breaking up the sod
Mind is at ease, I can do no harm
Lord I owe it all to you and my blackland farm
[Verse 5]
When the Lord made me he made a simple man
Not much money, not much land
Made no banker, no legal charmer
When the Lord made me he made a blackland farmer
Blackland farmer
