neighbor! neighbor! harvest! harvest!. May 40 acres soon be fields of clover. Yes, indeed, and plant a With every and by and by The sun and will make 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, gonna roll in plenty, spend a five or ten or twenty, And those happy harvest are gonna chime. Remember neighbor you work for mother nature you get paid by father time. Chicks are gonna cackle and every burlap sack'll be full of 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 of crispy lettuce in your jeans Full of tater! lettuce! Fresh tomatoes! Crispy lettuce in your jeans! Plant them to live and find out just what 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 see a trace 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 hands and lick your chops , your bumper crops are on the climb. Hey, we're roll in plenty. Spend a five or ten or twenty and those happy harvest bells are chime. Remember, neighbor, your work for mother nature you get paid by father time!