neighbor! neighbor! harvest! harvest!. May your 40 acres soon be of clover. Yes, indeed, and a wish With seed and by and by The sun and rain 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 lick your chaps, your crops are on the climb. Hey, we're gonna roll in plenty, spend a or ten or twenty, And those harvest bells are gonna chime. neighbor when you work for mother nature you get paid by father 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 upsent us Mister, you can bet us there'll be of crispy lettuce in your jeans Full of tater! Crispy lettuce! Fresh tomatoes! lettuce in your 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 and no more 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 chairs for all your 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 your work for mother nature you get paid by time!