neighbor! neighbor! harvest! harvest!. May your 40 acres soon be of clover. Yes, indeed, and a wish every seed and by and by The sun and rain make an etching Of a million little green to the sky
neighbor! harvest!
Get rocking 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 bells are chime. Remember neighbor when you work for mother nature you get paid by time. Chicks are gonna and every burlap sack'll be full of taters and tobaccos And dozens of different good and healthey greens, and if the weatherman won't us Mister, you can bet us be lots of crispy lettuce in your jeans Full of tater! Crispy lettuce! Fresh tomatoes! lettuce in your jeans! Plant them to live and out just what livin' means neighbor! neighbor! harvest! Happy harvest! May forty 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 for all your cares are over. Hall-ay-loo! Clap your hands and lick your , your bumper 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 mother you get paid by father time!