neighbor! neighbor! harvest! harvest!. May 40 acres soon be fields of clover. Yes, indeed, and plant a With every and by and by The sun and rain will an etching Of a million little fingers to the sky
neighbor! harvest!
Get your rocking chairs, for all cares are over Clap your hands and lick chaps, 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 you work for mother nature you get paid by father time. Chicks are gonna cackle and every burlap sack'll be of taters and tobaccos And dozens of different good and healthey greens, and if the weatherman upsent us Mister, you can bet us there'll be lots of lettuce in your jeans Full of tater! Crispy lettuce! Fresh tomatoes! Crispy lettuce in jeans! Plant them to live and find out what livin' means neighbor! neighbor! harvest! Happy harvest! May forty acres 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 trace of worryin' on the face of Jones neighbor! neighbor! harvest! Happy harvest! Get your rocking for all your cares are over. Hall-ay-loo! Clap your hands and lick your chops , your crops are on the climb. Hey, gonna roll in plenty. Spend a five or ten or twenty and those happy harvest bells are chime. Remember, neighbor, when your work for nature you get paid by father time!