| Happy harvest. |
| Get your rocking chairs, for all your cares are over.
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| Clap your havnds and lick your chaps, your bumper crops are on the climb.
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| Hey, we’re gonna roll in plenty, spend a five or ten or twenty,
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| And those happy harvest bells are gonna chime.
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| Remember neighbor when you work for mother nature you get paid by father time.
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| Chicks are gonna cackle and every burlap sack’ll be full of taters and tobaccos
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| And dozens of different good and healthey greens, and if the weatherman won’t
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| upsent us Mister, you can bet us there’ll be lots of crispy lettuce in your jeans
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| Full of tater! |
| Crispy lettuce! |
| Fresh tomatoes! |
| Crispy lettuce in your jeans!
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| Plant them to live and find out just what livin' means
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| Howdy neighbor!
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| Howdy neighbor!
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| Happy harvest!
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| Happy harvest! |
| May your forty acres soon be fields of clover
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| No mortgages or loans and you won’t see a trace of worryin' on the face of Farmer John.
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| Howdy neighbor!
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| Howdy neighbor!
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| Happy harvest!
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| Happy harvest! |
| Get your rocking chairs for all your cares are over.
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| Hall-ay-loo!
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| Clap your hands and lick your chops, your bumper crops are on the climb.
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| Hey, we’re gonna roll in plenty.
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| Spend a five or ten or twenty and those happy harvest bells are gonna chime.
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| Remember, neighbor, when your work for mother nature you get paid by father
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| time! |