neighbor! neighbor! harvest! harvest!. May your 40 soon be fields of clover. Yes, indeed, and plant a With every and by and by The sun and rain make an etching Of a million green fingers to the sky
neighbor! harvest!
Get your chairs, for all your cares are over Clap your and lick your chaps, your bumper crops are on the climb. Hey, we're gonna roll in plenty, spend a or ten or twenty, And those happy harvest are gonna chime. Remember neighbor when you work for mother nature you get paid by time. Chicks are gonna cackle and burlap sack'll be full of taters and tobaccos And of different good and healthey greens, and if the weatherman won't upsent us Mister, you can bet us there'll be lots of crispy in your jeans Full of tater! lettuce! Fresh tomatoes! Crispy lettuce in your jeans! Plant them to live and 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 and no more gripes and no more groans. No mortgages or and you won't see a trace of worryin' on the face of Farmer Jones neighbor! neighbor! harvest! Happy harvest! Get rocking chairs for all your cares are over. Hall-ay-loo! Clap your hands and lick chops , your bumper crops are on the climb. Hey, we're gonna in plenty. Spend a or ten or twenty and those happy harvest bells are gonna chime. Remember, neighbor, when your work for mother nature you get by father time!