neighbor! neighbor! harvest! harvest!. May your 40 acres be fields of clover. Yes, indeed, and plant a every seed and by and by The sun and rain will make an Of a million little green to the sky
neighbor! harvest!
Get your rocking chairs, for all your cares are Clap your and lick your chaps, your bumper crops are on the climb. Hey, we're gonna in plenty, spend a five or ten or twenty, And happy harvest bells are gonna chime. neighbor when you work for mother nature you get paid by father time. Chicks are cackle and every burlap sack'll be full of taters and tobaccos And of different 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! Crispy lettuce in jeans! Plant them to live and find out just what livin' 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 won't see a trace of worryin' on the face of Farmer neighbor! neighbor! harvest! Happy harvest! Get rocking chairs for all your cares are over. Hall-ay-loo! Clap hands and lick your chops , your bumper crops are on the climb. Hey, gonna roll in plenty. Spend a five or ten or twenty and those harvest bells are gonna chime. Remember, neighbor, when your for mother nature you get paid by father time!