neighbor! neighbor! harvest! harvest!. May your 40 acres be fields of clover. Yes, indeed, and plant a With seed and by and by The sun and rain will an etching Of a million green fingers 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 nature you get paid by father time. Chicks are gonna and every burlap sack'll be full 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 of crispy lettuce in your jeans Full of tater! Crispy lettuce! Fresh tomatoes! lettuce in your jeans! Plant them to live and find out just 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 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 your chops , your bumper crops are on the climb. Hey, we're gonna in plenty. a five or ten or twenty and those happy harvest bells are gonna chime. Remember, neighbor, your work for mother nature you get paid by father time!