neighbor! neighbor! harvest! harvest!. May your 40 acres be fields of clover. Yes, indeed, and plant a every seed and by and by The sun and will make an etching Of a little green fingers to the sky
neighbor! harvest!
Get your chairs, for all your cares are over Clap your hands and your chaps, your bumper crops are on the climb. Hey, gonna roll in plenty, spend a five or ten or twenty, And those happy harvest are gonna chime. Remember neighbor when you work for mother nature you get by father time. Chicks are gonna cackle and every burlap sack'll be full of and tobaccos And dozens of good and healthey greens, and if the weatherman won't upsent us Mister, you can bet us there'll be lots of lettuce in your jeans Full of tater! Crispy lettuce! Fresh tomatoes! Crispy in your jeans! Plant them to live and find out just livin' means neighbor! neighbor! harvest! Happy harvest! May your acres soon 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 of worryin' on the face of Farmer Jones neighbor! neighbor! harvest! Happy harvest! Get your rocking chairs for all your are over. Hall-ay-loo! Clap your hands and lick your chops , bumper crops are on the climb. Hey, we're gonna in plenty. Spend a five or ten or twenty and those harvest bells are gonna chime. Remember, neighbor, when your work for mother nature you get paid by time!