neighbor! neighbor! harvest! harvest!. May your 40 acres be fields of clover. Yes, indeed, and a wish With every and by and by The sun and will make an etching Of a million little fingers to the sky
neighbor! harvest!
Get rocking chairs, for all your cares are over Clap your hands and lick your chaps, 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 paid by time. Chicks are cackle and every 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 lettuce in jeans Full of tater! lettuce! Fresh tomatoes! Crispy lettuce in your jeans! Plant them to live and find out just what means neighbor! neighbor! harvest! Happy harvest! May your forty acres soon be of clover Yes indeed! *JANE* Go on puff your pipes and no more 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 chairs for all your cares are over. Hall-ay-loo! Clap your hands and lick chops , 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 your for mother nature you get paid by father time!