neighbor! neighbor! harvest! harvest!. May your 40 soon be fields of clover. Yes, indeed, and plant a With seed and by and by The sun and rain will an etching Of a little green fingers to the sky
neighbor! harvest!
Get rocking chairs, for all your cares are over Clap your hands and lick your chaps, your crops are on the climb. Hey, we're gonna in plenty, spend a five or ten or twenty, And those happy 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 different good and healthey greens, and if the won't upsent us Mister, you can bet us there'll be of crispy lettuce in your jeans Full of tater! Crispy lettuce! tomatoes! Crispy lettuce in your jeans! Plant to live and find out just what livin' means neighbor! neighbor! harvest! Happy harvest! May your forty acres be fields 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 rocking chairs for all your cares are over. Hall-ay-loo! Clap hands and lick your chops , your bumper crops are on the climb. Hey, we're roll in plenty. a five or ten or twenty and those happy harvest bells are gonna chime. Remember, neighbor, when your for mother nature you get paid by father time!