neighbor! neighbor! harvest! harvest!. May 40 acres soon be fields of clover. Yes, indeed, and plant a every seed and by and by The sun and rain will make an Of a little green fingers to the sky
neighbor! harvest!
Get your chairs, for all your cares are over Clap your hands and your chaps, your bumper crops are on the climb. Hey, gonna roll in plenty, spend a five or ten or twenty, And happy harvest bells are gonna chime. Remember neighbor when you work for mother nature you get by father time. Chicks are gonna and every burlap sack'll be full of taters and tobaccos And dozens of good and healthey greens, and if the weatherman won't upsent us Mister, you can bet us be lots of crispy lettuce in your jeans Full of tater! Crispy lettuce! Fresh tomatoes! Crispy in your jeans! Plant them to live and find out what livin' means neighbor! neighbor! harvest! Happy harvest! May your forty acres soon be of clover Yes indeed! *JANE* Go on puff your corncob pipes and no more gripes and no groans. No mortgages or loans and you won't see a trace of worryin' on the of Farmer Jones neighbor! neighbor! harvest! Happy harvest! Get your chairs for all your cares are over. Hall-ay-loo! Clap your hands and your chops , your bumper crops are on the climb. Hey, gonna roll in plenty. Spend a five or ten or twenty and those happy bells are gonna chime. Remember, neighbor, when your work for mother you get paid by father time!