neighbor! neighbor! harvest! harvest!. May your 40 acres soon be of clover. Yes, indeed, and plant a With every and by and by The sun and rain will make an Of a little green fingers to the sky
neighbor! harvest!
Get your rocking chairs, for all 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 you work for mother nature you get paid by father time. Chicks are gonna cackle and every burlap sack'll be of taters 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 crispy lettuce in your Full of tater! Crispy lettuce! tomatoes! Crispy 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 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 chairs for all your cares are over. Hall-ay-loo! Clap your hands and lick your chops , your bumper are on the climb. Hey, we're gonna in plenty. Spend a five or ten or and those happy harvest bells are gonna chime. Remember, neighbor, your work for mother nature you get paid by father time!