neighbor! neighbor! harvest! harvest!. May your 40 acres soon be of clover. Yes, indeed, and plant a With seed and by and by The sun and rain will an etching Of a million little green to the sky
neighbor! harvest!
Get your rocking chairs, for all 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 you work for mother nature you get paid by father time. are gonna cackle and every burlap sack'll be full of taters and tobaccos And dozens of different good and 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 just what livin' neighbor! neighbor! harvest! Happy harvest! May your forty soon be fields of clover Yes indeed! *JANE* Go on puff your corncob pipes and no gripes and no more groans. No mortgages or loans and you won't see a of worryin' on the face of Farmer Jones neighbor! neighbor! harvest! Happy harvest! Get your rocking chairs for all cares are over. Hall-ay-loo! Clap your and lick 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!