| When the Lord made me he made a simple man
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| Not much money and not much land
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| He didn’t make me no baker or legal charmer
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| And the Lord made me a blackland farmer
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| Well, my hands ain’t smooth my face is rough
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| But my heart is warm and my ways ain’t tough
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| I guess I’m the luckiest man ever born
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| 'Cause the Lord gave me help and a blackland farm
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| I’ve been breakin' up the new ground early in the day
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| I’m ganna plant some cotton I’m gonna plant some hay
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| I love to smell the sweet breeze blowin' through the corn
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| Lord, you sure done me right on my blackland farm
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| I feel like I’m gettin' closer to you God
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| A plantin' the ground and breakin' up the sod
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| My mind is at ease and I could do no harm
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| Lord, I owe it all to you and the blackland farm… |