neighbor! neighbor! harvest! harvest!. May 40 acres soon be fields of clover. Yes, indeed, and a wish With every and by and by The sun and rain will an etching Of a million little green to the sky
neighbor! harvest!
Get your chairs, for all your cares are over Clap your hands and lick your chaps, your bumper are on the climb. Hey, we're roll in plenty, spend a five or ten or twenty, And those happy harvest bells are chime. neighbor when you work for mother nature you get paid by father time. Chicks are gonna cackle and every burlap be full of taters and tobaccos And dozens of good and healthey 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 lettuce in jeans! Plant them to live and find out just what livin' neighbor! neighbor! harvest! Happy harvest! May your forty acres be fields of clover Yes indeed! *JANE* Go on your corncob pipes and no more gripes and no more 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 your rocking chairs for all your are over. Hall-ay-loo! Clap hands and lick your chops , your bumper crops are on the climb. Hey, we're gonna in plenty. Spend a five or ten or and those happy harvest bells are gonna chime. Remember, neighbor, when work for mother nature you get paid by father time!