neighbor! neighbor! harvest! harvest!. May your 40 acres soon be 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 rocking chairs, for all your are over Clap your hands and lick your chaps, your crops are on the climb. Hey, we're gonna roll in plenty, a five or ten or twenty, And those harvest bells are gonna chime. Remember neighbor when you for mother nature you get paid by father time. Chicks are cackle and every burlap sack'll be full of taters and tobaccos And dozens of different good and healthey greens, and if the won't upsent us Mister, you can bet us there'll be lots of crispy in your jeans Full of tater! Crispy lettuce! Fresh tomatoes! lettuce in your jeans! Plant them to and find out just what livin' means neighbor! neighbor! harvest! Happy harvest! May your acres soon be fields 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 trace of worryin' on the 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 chops , your bumper 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 work for mother nature you get paid by father time!